Spirit From the Past-My Spirit

His name was Ed Goodwin, a handsome man with piercing steel blue eyes, known in the small town of Marianna Arkansas as the leading architect. If DNA flows through our veins from one generation to another so does the Spirit from the past. At dusk, Goodwin happened upon town constituents enjoying a log fire though quick to learn amid the laughter of entertainment that a young boy was about to be tarred and feathered. He motioned aside their gaiety and demanded to know the reason. "No, he has done nothing wrong. Let him go!" One did not argue with Ed and from him I learned compassion, though I still wonder to this day how the young boy's mother managed to remove the feathers and tar from her son's body. From her, I learned fear. With my compassion and fear in hand, I was further schooled by Ed's daughter, Dinky (named at birth for her 2 pound weight) to always stand up for what you believe in no matter how long it takes. You must always put yourself in the other person's place and ask yourself, "How would I feel it that were me and you'll never go wrong." From Dinky I learned caring. I now had compassion, caring, fear and spirit. Love was acquired all along the way as I was constantly told amid my bitching, "Smile, Child of God." "You're going to miss me when I'm dead and gone!" I do miss Dinky and Yes Dink, I do believe that we are all Children of God. I only wish everyone had an Ed Goodwin and a Dinky Doll to make them as happy and strong as you have made me. Thanks and God Bless!