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Blogs > RockyG666 > god's servant's blog


RockyG666 63M
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8/16/2019 8:32 am
my parent's 60th
my little brother is making us write stories to film a present for my parent's 60th next month. this is mine:

It was well after midnight on a lovely august night when the beautiful fawn stumbled unsurely down the sidewalk on Ainslie street, the click of her hooves barely made a sound on the concrete. It was very near to the woods and the railroad track ran across there close enough that animals of the wood sometimes wandered onto that street. She probably scared me more than I scared her, and she kept on her way.

I tried to make this an analogy to me leading my life like a deer in the headlights, but I failed miserably. I also failed miserably to find a way to make a single story encompass the HUGE love that my parents showed me in 60 years. My videographer little brother probably could not find a shot of a deer walking on a sidewalk either.

The best way that I can say it, is that they were with me every step of the way.

After I rebelliously left their home, at the relatively young age of , the first place I stayed was in the garage, in my (non-running van). The first few apartments I managed to find were ads taken from the local paper and scotched taped to index cards by my always helpful mother. My first major apartment was a block away from the home I grew up in on Ainslie, and my parents owned that building too. I was coming from that apartment on the night that I passed the deer that began this story. I lived in that Ainslie apartment when I first got married also, and I was married right around the corner at Eden’s Church, and my parents arranged for that also.

My parents pretty much helped me to live every place that I did since that apartment. They helped me to buy my first home and several afterwards, and eventually to buy the church building that I would also live at for many years. They also came to the church services many times when nobody else came. When I got sick and had to sell that building, they helped me to sell it and let me live with them until an apartment opened up in their building.

My parents were pretty much by my side every step of the way through my life.