Throwing Dirt At The Chaps
My older brother Philip is eight years older than I. He hated to be called Jr. and I can not say I blame him.
My brother is a genius. He graduated our University with high marks in psychology. He has every book everywhere. The last thing he told me was that he knows every word in the English language.
When we were growing up , and when I was a little kid , my cousins and I would try to follow our older brothers, but we always had dirt slung at us. Dirt came at us like large asteroids. My brother , and my cousins older brothers, they all deserved merciless butt beatings .
That was no way to be treated.Their cracks in their drawers were treated better than us.Just because we wanted to follow them, that was no excuse for them to be unkind.
My favorite place of relaxation was the canal bank out in the woods. I found a nice place to sit ,and think with no one around me.
My spot was next to a pine tree on a hill top. It was like an eagles nest where I could look down on the world . I could see my mother from long distances away. I could hear her loud mouth.I was always in trouble.
It seemed like every day of my natural life I was in trouble for doing things.
My family always told me life threatening like, " You have to come home sooner or later, and when you do , that is when we will beat your butt."
As for my regular diet, I lived on lunch meat and catsup. Hell with tomatoes, just squirt some catsup on your bread, lay a slice of lunch meat on it, and feast in hogs Heaven.
Lunch meat was my favorite kind of sandwich. It was not complicated. All you needed was good fresh, deliciously cut lunchmeat.
I once nearly had a fight over my kind of sandwich. A bully said, " I only feed my dog lunch meat. " I hated that creep ,for the rest of his natural life. We had, and Indian wrestling contest and I beat his lard butt. He had and arm about as strong as Swiss cheese.
I got all my muscles from eating prime lunch meat, and spaghetti with meat balls. The only other kids I did not fool with much were other bigger boys that were way older.
Older boys can really be creeps. They want kill you. They only eat you ,and kill you. The older ones I did not associate with. They did not want anything to do with squirts like me anyway. They had larger fish to fry.
I had some fights in school. I was seven years old when six punks tried to beat the living flying heck out of me. They said they had to initiate me. I beat their sorry butts into the ground, each and every one of them, and had no mercy on any of them. I kicked most of their teeth out of their mouths. No body ever bothered me again.
I was always being sent to the Principal's office. He had a very thick board. I saw him beat a kid on the behind with it. He hit that kid so hard that I know the kid had to sit on a pillow . He never hit me. I thought he might, but he never did. He just looked at me very hard. like I was on the edge of a cliff. Maybe he was afraid of my parents.
I had a little stray dog at school. When I was growing up, times were cruel. I use to feed the dog. Bad boys told on me. My stray dog hid under the school building. I was not allowed to feed him.
I watched him starve to death. I was afraid of getting whipped by the school Principal. He was very strict.
My little stray dog died of starvation. He starved to death.
It was the most horrible experience of my life. When the dog died I promised myself I would never be afraid of standing up to people of authority again.
I watched when other kids were told to remove the dog from under the school building. He was in pieces. His body parts were decayed and were falling apart.
I learned a very important lesson from that terrible experience. I learned that even people that held positions of authority were capable of doing bad things. I used that knowledge when I grew up, and some people lost their jobs, and their positions of authority that made dangerous mistakes.
When I became a deputy sheriff I put people behind bars that were cruel, mean and vicious. When I was in my twenties , major criminals that dealt in dangerous illegal drugs went to prison because I helped agents.
In my life I have guarded millions of dollars worth of dangerous illegal drugs with special weapons with other police officers.
I saved lives by facing shooters. I saved a five year old girl, and a nine year old boy in a very dangerous situation.
I have seen ,and watched men run for their lives. I saw more than a hundred men run for when and eighteen wheeler nearly blew up a refinery. Instead of running for my life, I faced a truck that was about to blow up half a city.
It was my faith in God that led me to the truck. The truck was like a burning monster. It's massive tires were burning out of control under a fuel tank that should have killed everyone.
All I had was buckets of water and a two way radio. I called a fire team. I threw the water between the flames and on the belly of the tanker bottom where the flames were whipping the fuel tank. I thought for sure that I could be vaporized in and explosion almost as awful as God only knows what.
The truck was only twenty five or thirty feet from the fuel racks of the refinery. The underground gasoline that was waiting to be loaded into trucks was only a short distance from the burning eighteen wheeler.
It seemed like there was no escape. Thank God the firemen were not afraid. They were brave ,and I was so proud of them. They came to me. They formed a line in a few short minutes and stretched out a line, a hose that blasted the tank and wheels with water in a powerful massive blast.
Holy Christ the father of Heaven and Earth, we were in God's hands, a city was in God's hands.
I learned another very dear lesson in life that I have brought with me everywhere. If God has a mind to turn a tide, God will do it. If God has a mind to stop time, God will do it.
You must be strong in this world for everyone that loves you and needs you and depends on you. Whether you live or die in such tasks are God's decisions. Sometimes things that seem impossible are possible.
I wish with all my heart I had the strength and ability to bring that little dog back , that was under our school house. How can you not love something sweet ,and innocent as a creature from God's hands. I was a child, but not for long.