April 2, 2011 in Characters
What follows is a blog written through a character from my book The Wayfarers | Walking Dreams, which is part 1 of The Wayfarers trilogy. The story is available in soft-cover and Kindle download. I hope you enjoy! – God bless you, Jim Yackel.
Sure, I had a good life once. I was living the quote-unquote American Dream. Now, don’t misunderstand, it was not without it’s difficulties, but what in this world is? Is there really a Gravy Train? I say that there is only such a train ride for those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
I took a turn from one life into another. I gave up one thing that I had done since I was a kid to pursue a hobby that turned into a business, and what a business it was for a few years. Yes, I gave up what had been my life-long identity to wear the costume of a new character. But, I was a man of many loves, so it was easy. I could make that seamless transition from one life to another.
Family – and even my wife – secretly resented me because I was able to make a living without having to go to a place with a sign out in front and an angry, spastic boss inside. You see, if you don’t go to a place with a sign in the front, it’s not a real job! How dare you pay your bills through self-employment! That’s just not fair!
Yeah, I guess I’m being a bit sarcastic and I’m sorry for that…
Well, it all fell apart – like everything that I endeavor to do. Those who were envious of me got the last laugh, didn’t they? The hobby that became a business – that changed who I was into something new – went up and then came crashing down. The wife said that she was getting out because I was going down. True to her word, she got out and yes indeed – I went down, way down! I woke up from the American Dream with a hangover that hurt in a most profound way my body, my spirit, and my soul.
I’ve been flirting with homelessness while trying to rebuild a life and be a good dad to my little girl who is safe with the mom that got out before I went down; but as it turns out it’s a good thing that my daughter is with her mom, isn’t it? But, don’t you think that it hurts? Do those close to me have any idea how much it hurts to fall as hard as I did and land in the broken concrete and shattered glass of a fallen castle? They have no idea!
So, God has me taking a long, long, walk. I’m like a dog being led – maybe “dragged” is a better description – by His spiritual leash. I don’t know where he’s taking me but friend I must say that it hurts. But, I trust Him. He’s taken everything away but Himself. I love Him and I trust Him, so he can drag me and I will obey.
Who is this that has fallen and is being led, or dragged? Read The Wayfarers | Walking Dreams and you’ll find out.