Monday, November 23, 2015

Luckly I was touched by the Father and Mother with a good heart.

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NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Updated: Monday, November 23, 2015, 2:18 AM
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                                               Father and Mother in the 1940
Thomas Williams

I hit a double into center field playing in a neighborhood baseball game in Bunny Friend Park New Orleans, La. when I was 13 teen, and having fun with my play mates just like you and I.

Just because I like the touch of good I somehow survived the crime and harsh circumstances that eliminated the other not so lucky young people playing in that same neighborhood baseball game, as the years grew longer not so very long ago after all.

And now I see that the culture of crime and violence has only remained there like an evil spirit who made that New Orleans neighborhood park a breading ground for the devil to keep collecting the lose soul's who become weak to the temptations of sinful behavior back then, and now.

I could never understand luck before but the older I become I'm starting to see that the people who are touched my good seem to become stronger against the worse kind of insidious evil that relentlessly keeps trying to steal the very soul from every day people young, or old, just like you and me.

So I seem to survive the forces of evil just because I was touched by a good heart in all the days of my life.

So thank you Jesus, for helping my Father and Mother who raise me with the touch of a good heart, given me the faith in my own good spirit to walk alone by the forces of evil that seem to steal the very soul from people just like you and me.
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The Little Turtle


By Vachel Lindsay
 
There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch me.

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