Where The Crawdads Sing

Have you ever watched a movie that touched your heart so much that you actually thank God for making it possible for you to see it? No, I'm serious. I thanked God, literally ... I watched this movie last night ... it was so good ... WHAT! Who told you that! For the record, ain't no movie makin' me cry! < darn Marsh Girl > Ok, I did get a little emotional during the part where her brothers and sisters left her behind. That actually happened to me, except I wasn't the one left behind. You see, my ma married a Pentecostal Preacher, he was ... terrible. I was fifteen when I left, well, I didn't exactly leave, I was told to leave, and on the night I was told to leave, my little brother stood crying in the driveway as I walked away. I still here it.  Hell, I couldn't take him with me, I was homeless. Yeah. That night haunts me to this day. I love my brother, but I guess my sins were too much for him to forgive ... he's never visited me and I ain't heard from him in years; it was a message telling me that our mother had passed. Yeah. I ain't no victim though. Made my own way in life as best I could, both good and bad, all on me. And, I have learned over the years that everything happens for a reason, for instance, I was a good father, loved my kids above everything, even God, and that was a result of the things that happened to me as a kid; I wanted so much to be a good parent. And I was. So, like in the movie, everything turned out good in the end.

Why am I even telling you this? <darn Marsh Girl>.

Peace be with you. Perdurabo.

 

Bruceton Mills, 12-18-2024