A Letter To A Friend . And From My Heart .
Friday, August 10, 2012
A LETTER TO A FRIEND :
Years ago I married a very lovely girl. I think what I loved about her most was her magnificent smile. I know the first time I saw her I probably fell in love with her.
The beautiful girl that was nature's compliment was precious to my eyes. I am sure God blessed us in our lives because we truly fell in love , and nothing on earth could have made us happier. Our love led us to marriage so we went to Beaumont , Texas and were married in the presence of a kind minister in a lovely chapel.
We were young. I was attending Southeastern University in Hammond, Louisiana. My wife Joann finished her last year of high school. She was even a member of the Pep squad at Hammond high until she graduated, and began attending the university with me. For college spending money we sold fruit, and vegetables from a homemade hut we built ourselves , that we covered with palmetto leaves. It was a nice little shop, and we earned our money so that we could buy our sweet sugar coated cinnamon rolls that we loved with coffee as we studied.
In 1975 Becky was born. We named our baby Rebbecca , but Joann almost died when Becky was born. I was told that Joann , and the baby would probably not survive .
I prayed so much for my wife , and our baby. I was a young man , on my knees for them in a church chapel praying for God to keep them alive, and God did.
I have always thanked God because my wife, and our little baby lived even though the baby was born with very serious difficulties. Becky was born with a neurological disorder which eventually affected the free movement of her arms, and legs. Becky today has no sight in her right eye, and cannot use her right arm, or right hand, and can not walk. Our sweet baby experienced something kind of like a stroke in a way. Our sweet baby has never in her life has ever enjoyed the luxury of being able to walk. She is very beautiful, but very crippled.
Everything in our lives became extremely hard work, and a lot of hardship. I can not begin to easily describe all the concerns in our lives. The mental psychological troubles were the worst. My God in Heaven this took so many years out of our lives as we worried about our Becky for so many many long years.
I wanted Becky to walk. I lost my memory for a long time. I had my mind on Joann, and Becky so much that I wanted everything right for us. I really wanted Becky to walk. I probably spent a small fortune on doctors. I spent any amount of money I could get to find knowledge, but nothing in this world could make our child walk. Honestly my mind could not deal with failure. I lost my memory. I could not remember anything. I was reading dozen of medical books from our college library, and then one day my mind just went blank. I could not understand a ten word sentence. I could not remember names. Over, and over, people would tell me their names, but I had strained my mind to the limits. I was torn up inside myself because Joann just kind of withdrew in her life. Joann just did not have much to say for about five years. Life had become nothing , but worries for us.
Sacrifice, hardships, perseverance. We worked the best ways we could under our circumstances . I settled for all kinds of security jobs. I became a deputy sheriff in the volunteers. I worked with hundreds of men in many kinds of dangerous situations. A police captain kind of took me under his wings.
My life took a turn for police related work, and security work. In all of my work I did the best I could to save the lives of people in so many different situations. I worked as a guard. I would stand in the rain for hours trying to rest with one eye open, and with one eye closed working double shifts for extremely long hard hours. I worked a strike for seventy two days straight until I demolished a pickup truck on patrol. I worked for too long, and for too many hours until I fell to sleep two seconds, and almost destroyed myself.
I received commendations for risking my life to prevent terrible situations in security work. I truly believe I was instrumental in preventing one major explosion from destroying a refinery , and part of a city. In my life I also faced men that had shotguns, rifles, and pistols in order to prevent violence , and to save lives. In my life I believe I prevented two explosions from taking many lives . Many people might find my life hard to believe, but that does not matter to me. What matters is that I love God, and what God, and I know is all that really matters because God is what saved my life in many events.
As God has been my witness, God has been my rock, and my strength in our hard times, and has brought certain joys, and love, and happiness in our lives even though our baby grew up crippled. Maybe all that has really mattered is that God has been most of our strength in all our endeavors, and struggles to earn our livings, and our incomes, and to survive somehow.
Something terrible happened to my health. I guess time, worries, hard work, and much more took it's toll of my body, so part of my kidneys are actually not working, and I can not breathe well, and I have diabetes, a heart condition, a messed up back, or spine , serious lung problems, and even have bad eyes, and bad teeth, but I still thank God because at least I have a life even if I have to walk with walking canes to stand up for one minute. Only one minute , and my body begins to suffer in extreme pain. This is just the way it is, but I do not complain because there are souls on this earth with worst bodies than mine.
Maybe it is all just part of growing old. Anyway I hope the pictures of us I gave you to examine will serve to help you're organization to raise funds for home repairs for us, and for other people.
I have seen many awful things in my life, and God helped me to get threw them. My wife worked hard for many years at home doing tax work, and Bookkeeping work. I built her a gift shop while I traveled places to do guard work. I paid for her education by working as a guard. For many years I worked double shifts , and broke down a lot of personal cars just trying to get to work to feed my family, and to pay our bills.
Life has been wonderful, yet tough on us. Men are not supposed to ever cry, but sometimes I guess I did for my wife, and child. We are supposed to be strong, but for thirty eight years my wife has worked hard with our crippled daughter. As a man I did a lot of lifting to help Joann, but now I can only help Joann by doing her housework while she lifts Becky. I do not mind pulling up chairs to a sink to wash dishes. I do not mind leaning against walls to help wash clothes. If I had too I would crawl on my hands, and knees to help my wife, and daughter, that is how determined I am never to give up on them as long as I live.
I wrote a book about our lives. I could write a volume of books about sacrifices, and struggles in our lives that hit us physically, and psychologically.
But no matter what, the best part of our lives is yet to come. As long as there is God there is hope, and dreams, mercy, and love, and wonderful paradises to enjoy as long as we can open our eyes to see what God has given us. Our lives is more about love, and sacrifice above, and beyond all things. God blessed us to have beautiful cats that we can love that bring us great joy. Boo is our most fantastic cat. Our other animals come to see Becky, and love us very much. God gave us these creatures to help us bide our time, and to bring joy in our lives.
There are many inspirations in life. I think God opened my eyes to a world of them.