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Can you write a hub named Hallelujah? Kind of flash fiction and kind of truth.

Updated on October 10, 2013

But love did not leave me

I did not die I do not know why
I did not die I do not know why | Source

Love is not what you see in the movies

I was 2 thousand miles from my children. I had a problem they called "wasting". I woke up under the bridge that ran over White River, Vermont. 1 foot of snow had fallen. I was so cold.

No not cold from the snow I was cold from losing my love.

I cried so hard that morning and my tears froze on my cheeks as I made way down to break the ice on the river to wash up and start a day that would have no sun, no food and no work. Some called us bums. That is OK with me.

I had to find someone worse off than me -- was it possible?

I walked two miles up the River to a camp of hobo's. And it was tough but going into camp I was told that they had to move on because old Nick had died and was over there. Nick had nothing and died alone I suppose. So I walked over to give him last prayers as I have some preacher in me.

Nick's lips were blue. And the frost was melting off his forehead. He was stiff like frozen. Something told me to open his army parka and feel his chest to give him comfort. Place a hand where his last breath was taken. So I did and what I saw bothered me a bit. Nick had a big hole in his chest. Pretty much like a shotgun would cause. Clearly someone had put the jacket on him after he had been shot.

I turned to see most all had left the camp. Older ones were straggling behind. So I yelled if anyone knew what happened. The answer was that the man had got him.

Just sing it.

Who was Nick?

Nick always wore gloves a hoodie and a wool cap. and glasses, usually dark. He was dirty like most. He smelled normal for down here. But they had taken his boots gloves and hat and glasses.

I noticed the strangest thing. His fingernails were not just clean they were manicured and polished as were his toes. His hair was salt and pepper and trimmed neatly. Out of morbid curiosity I checked for needle marks. None. Then I looked for obvious signs of acute alcoholism and there were none. No edema at the ankles and skin that was clean on a well muscled frame.

What the heck?

Well this was not looking good.

So I covered up Nick with what I could find loose and an old tarp left behind and I began the 5 mile trudge into to town and the police station.

I reckon that trudge was not as much about getting out of the river bed and into town as it was the beginning of my repentance. The walk seemed to take forever but I felt better with each step. I did not belong here in the valley of lost hope. Though from that day on where ever I went I would find that same valley that same despair and to this day they are constant reminders that there is someone worse off than me.

What the heck was Nick doing down there? And who was Nick?

Some days there is thaw and others there is only frozen water,

Drink well when the water flows.
Drink well when the water flows. | Source

We are all on a constant journey.

Perhaps we can all take the time to look for someone worse off than us. I am beginning to question what that means. Is the man on hill with the job, wife and kids truly better off than the beggar? Probably but now in my mind there is a crack of doubt of that notion. What worry to we face each day to keep our stuff? What freedom is there without the stuff.


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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I lived in Vermont for two years. Can I write a hallelujah flash fiction? Yes I can.....HALLELUJAH! Thank God I pulled my head out of my you know what long enough to find love. :)

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Let us go get em today Bill. The world needs us ;-) And so do our loves.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      A very interesting read Eric and one for me to vote up.

      Here's wishing you a wonderful day also.

      Take care


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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thanks Eddy, keep us updated on your little adopted treasures.

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      Marlene Bertrand 3 years ago from Northern California, USA

      What a journey. I have seen some who have much more than me. In fact, at one time in my life I had more than most - living in that one percentile group of people who had it all. But, now I'm living a lot lower on the hog but I'm happier than I have ever been. What a journey.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I wholeheartedly agree!!

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      Brian Prickril 3 years ago from Savannah, GA

      Nice lesson for the day. My personal journey took me to the lowest of places both physically and mentally. It was there that I received a spiritual awakening and now understand the great "illusion" around us. Thank you.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Well then Brian -- I reckon a big old Hallelujah is in order. Not so much for your triumph but for your example to those who fall into pits of despair. For you now are an example of walking in beauty. Hope is given and lived in folk like you.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Wow, Eric, this is a beautiful, thought-provoking write here! Our possessions certainly do not make us what we are in this life. No, one who has stuff is no better than one who has nothing. "So the last will be first, and the first will be last."

      Up and more and sharing!

      Thank you for sharing here. God bless you, Faith Reaper

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Faith I am now working hard on having what I need, which is too much but near poverty by standards of man. And maintaining that greatfulness and gracefulness that comes from having nothing or the world. I think if we can find peace here, it would please our Lord.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      That is so wonderful dear Eric. God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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