Cracks Of Life
On days long ago I remember walking down the sidewalk with other children. An old rhyme was voiced and has been within my brain forever. It was in a hidden place, but it arrived today for some odd reason when I looked at a crack in the cement in the driveway:
Step on a crack, you’ll break your mother’s back.
Step on a line, break your mother’s spine
Step on a hole, break your mother’s sugar bowl
Step on a nail, you’ll put your dad in jail
This rhyme seems quite cruel and evil. I will not go into how it came to be; it just has me thinking about cracks; cracks in life. We all have them, some more than others.
I was just looking back in time to some of the cracks I have had and wanted to write a hub on these cracks; how I got through them and how they affected my family and myself. I hope and pray that my cracks may help you "seal" up some of your cracks.
As I stated, we all have cracks; how you deal with them and how they let them affect you is the key. Do you let them trip you or do you stride over them easily?
Here are some of the cracks I have experienced. Maybe, just maybe they can help you with your cracks.
Crack in the Fence
The sandbox was getting boring. Mom was inside changing my brother's diaper and doing the laundry. The year was 1967 in Yokohama, Japan and I was only 4 soon to be 5. I was an independent child and for the most part, well behaved. This day would be different.
I heard a military jet take off and my mind wandered to how they flew at speeds that put me in awe. I just dreamed of flying one and wearing the suits the pilots wore. Living close to the airbase allowed me to see many of the pilots and I was always in want to be just like them.
I pushed the milk crate over to the gate. I could hear Mom in the laundry room and knew she was busy. I opened the gate and crossed the street and made my way to the fence that bordered the runways. There was my chance; a crack in the fence that was inviting me to see the jets up close. I slid through and made my way out as a jet was taxiing for take-off. I saw the pilot waving at me and his radio was in his hand. I smiled and waved back.
Dad was a staff sergeant. He had been doing paperwork and was frustrated with the days activities. The phone rang and a secretary told him that his wife was on the other line. Screams of panic rang in his ears, "Greg is gone, I can't find him!" At that moment, the secretary burst in and told Ed that M.P.'s were in the outer office and wanted to talk with him.
The jeep was racing at me with a flashing red light and a siren. The men with helmets and guns slung over their shoulders jumped out and grabbed me and they were all yelling. I proceeded to pee down my leg and started crying.
Dad came out of the office and I saw anger in his face. "We found him on the runway" the soldier told my Dad. "Thank you fella's" Dad stated; "I'll take it from here." Dad was yelling how I could have been killed as my butt got swatted and swatted. All the way home I felt the stings of his hand every couple of minutes. "How did you get in there?" Dad asked. I showed him the crack. It was sealed within an hour.
That was my first crack in life.
Crack the Window
Dad and Mom had divorced and I was around 10 or 11. We lived in a trailer court and I had found friends that, as a parent, I would never had approved of. Mom had a full-time job and my brother and I. She had a hard time managing, but tried hard. I was very "bored" with life and found that smoking cigarettes was cool. One day just before dinner, one of my friends showed me a pack of smokes and a bottle of alcohol he had stolen from an older sibling. He said to meet him at the barn at 11:00 pm. I wondered how until I started looking at the possibilities. As I said, we lived in a trailer. I pulled the screen off the window and cracked the window and crawled out. When I crawled back in I was drunk and sick. I didn't go to school that next day all because I crawled out that crack in the window.
That trick worked many times and I found myself on the wrong side of the law because of it.
Mom remarried and my step-dad got smart and busted me at it. That time I got a belt on my rear end. Over and over that belt hit me. Did I learn? I don't think so.
Crack the Glass
I was on my own; 15 and I had run away from the family life I knew. I was miles and miles away and crime was part of my lifestyle.
We were high and drunk and it was late. The liquor store/pharmacy had been our focus. As we banged on the plexiglass window a crack was created. We ripped it open and in we went.
The cell door cracked open,"time for court" the guard said. I received probation for theft and burglary and still didn't learn my lesson.
Crack the Book Open
In and out of jail. Multiple times I was put in and out and I was given a Bible. I cracked that book open and a light began to shine.
I witnessed how many people had cracks but found a different way of dealing with them.
The cell door cracked open, "You have a visitor" the guard said.
The Pastor asked me if I was done cracking my head against life and prison walls. He told me about meeting the cracks on my knees to a Savior named Jesus. That is what I did.
After that day, I have found a better way. I finally learned to seal the cracks; try to avoid the cracks and to pray about the cracks. I still have cracks but they are fewer and easier to handle.
When Jonathan's casket cracked open, I almost cracked up; but God's love pulled me through. Jonathan is my Grandson who was killed in 2007. I have many hubs about him.
When Jonda's casket cracked open, I did crack up. Jonda was my wife of 30 years; but God pulled me through again.
I am now remarried to a beautiful woman named Maggie and the doors of my heart cracked back open. Maggie helps me keep cracks to a minimum with her great faith in Jesus also. I thank God He put her in my life!
If you haven't yet, cracking your knees to pray doesn't harm anything. It helped me so I know it can help you. Let the cracks stay in the concrete, not in your life.
Find some new ways to crack; crack a joke or crack a coke. Just don't let the cracks make you choke.
There are still cracks all over, but the way I handle them are much better thanks to Jesus Christ. He took all our cracks on the cross with Him.
Have a great day and may God bless you in a mighty way!
© G.L. Boudonck
© 2011 Greg Boudonck
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