My Worth- Is Zero.

He was once considered a Prince, a King and even a Chief to some… He was the ruler of the land were the birth of mankind was rumored to have begun? A former trader and a once great exporter of fine goods and spices to everyone, reduce by another man’s desire to subjugate another man’s race and reduce them to a value worth less than the number one. Then traded like a common farm animal and paraded to the center of town to be inspected like a prize cow at the County fairgrounds on a hot summers day. His dreams of watching his children and their children’s playing in the vast open plains of the great land of Gambia now washed away to sea…as he laid there in the hull of a ship chain to his fellow countrymen like a criminal who has been condemned to be put to death. Bound for a place where he would be considered a commodity and nothing else, were even a dog was worth more than himself. A place were a beating was…but a mere deed to repress the souls desire to be free. As they would beat him as his stood tied to a pole as he looked up at the sky and watch the birds fly so freely… he would think to himself... even the birds in this place are worth more than me. They tried to break his desire to ever be free, they even took what was left of his dignity and sprawled it over the ground like the leafs that blow from off a tree during a ruthless storm on a falls eve…they even told him that he was worth less than zero. But now that he was finally free, he had made it to heaven even though they said his kind was not welcome there and that the nearest he would ever get to heaven was working in thier fields and basking in thier Sun? Well my Masters, I saw Jesus and talk to God… and he said to tell you all, that zero is not a worthless number…but it is really just the beginning, before you get to one and I was no longer zero here in heaven,but number one .