God Is Good

By Albert K. Green

A story written by a father for his kids that talks of his hardships in life from being left by both of his parents early in his life and being born from an American man and a Korean woman in which he felt alienated in most of his environments and his story that he wanted to tell his kids.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blaze Green
• Release date: Apr 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088098912

Book preview

This story is about my life. I hope you find it humorous and enlightening. There are times when it seems as if I am speaking to someone in particular. Those times I am speaking to my two sons, Albert and Blaze Green. There are some grammar errors and my sentences should have better structure. I hope as you read, you can forgive me for those shortcomings. The order at times seems chaotic and disorganized. I sincerely hope you can at least gather the essence of the story....God is Good.

                                                                            Enjoy,

                                                                            Albert K. Green

1

I wished I would have known what life had in store for me. Maybe then I could have made a wise decision to not participate in this thing called Life. Being born in Soul, Korea was the least of my problems. Being born to a drunken Father and a careless Mother should have been my doom but a mysterious being called God had other plans for me and I am quite grateful for His interventions in my life. It has been said that my Mother just left me with her family. I cannot blame her for leaving my, Father with all his devilish ways and vomit-like smell throughout the house whenever he returned home from whatever the hell he was doing out at night in Seoul, Korea. But my only problem with my Mother was: why did she leave me. I had done nothing wrong. I was the light that expressed their infidelity, of course. But that was no reason to leave your son. A Mother who carries her child for 9-10 months and endure the pain of labor and soon afterwards, just leave. Why even have the baby? Maybe the guilt of abortion was too much for anyone to endure in Korea. However disappointed I am for my Mother's decisions, I am grateful that she allowed this miracle to take place. For life is a precious thing that only by living it, you will come to see all the wonders that God has in store for you

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My Mother's family, for whatever reason, did not want to keep me in Korea. Koreans do not like Americans. Being birth by an American solider and Korean Mother, life would have been very difficult for me in Seoul, Korea. Maybe my Mother realized that fact and decided to send me to the Salvation Army for adoption. Once I got there, I am told, the Salvation Army called my Father in the United States and gave him a chance to get me before I was adopted. But for some reason, I remember distinctly, an old woman who gave me a bag of marbles as I left Korea. This old lady was the same old lady that would give me a bath as the sun went down each day. This is the same old lady that would scrub my body with something that hurt like hell to clean my body before bedtime. The pain that coincided with taking a bath made me very fearful of running water when I got into the states. I, for one, did not want to take a bath because I knew it would hurt like hell! So, was I brought back to get my things from the house before I left for United States? Was I brought back to say good bye for the last time? I really have no idea. All I do know is this: my Father did not do much for me in my life but that early act of coming to Korea and bringing me into the United States of America was all I needed of him and he must have known this also, because he wasn't around for much in my life. Father, I thank you for bringing me here. I will always be grateful for that one action, my friend. But you never really earned the title of being called, My Dad

I remember on the jet ride over, how cold it was. I remember I could not even feel my feet or my body for that matter. I tell you today, like a let of days in my life, I really do not know how I got over. If that sounds like an old church song, it is and it has

become my theme song for my life: How I got over. By the way, what a beautiful song it is sung by Mrs. M. Jackson. The whole transformation into the new world I have no memory of what happened. My mind seems to have blocked out all that is relevant about the trip over. Maybe the torture of the immunization shots or the tremendous pain from the cold, my mind has blocked all memory of the time from leaving on the jet and waking up in Pomona, California.

Speaking only Korean, my Father and I had very few conversations. While in California, I saw my half-brother, Herbert Green. He was six years older and much bigger than 1. Being in a new world, new environment where no one spoke a single word of Korean, I just cried like a baby. I was hurt, I’m sure, that my mother wasn’t there. I am sure I missed her during those early years of my life. Of course, my brother and I had our usual brother fights and, of course, I would lose. California became a city for me to cry. And I just cried and cried and cried. Only time I was alright was when my father returned home. Even as a child, I felt the isolation between my brother and my father. My father looked upon my brother with deep love and content. When he looked at me, it was a look of frustration and bewilderment. Early in my life, I began to ignore the obvious and concentrate on the positives. That worked for many years. I just smiled my life away. It seemed to bring the best out of people everywhere.

Soon afterwards, I was introduced to my father's girlfriend. Mrs. Cathernel Kevs. She would soon become my first angel. Her nickname was Chicken. Chicken was a very dark complexion woman. She looked mean and