The Wolf Near the Creek
Prologue
(Beulah, Colorado)
Imagine scenery of nature in its purity and then imagine that purity being compromised with tragedy. What is life but a passing dream , while death is an eternal awakening. Sometimes we see life as a Kampf that cannot be undone. The only way is to meet it with force or with submission. What if the force does not work or it erupts into a cause for alarm? Well, then submission is the route most taken when it comes to the unsung martyrs. The martyrs are glorified and cried over, after they have passed into the eternal awakening. The people ask questions about what they could do to prevent the tragedy. Well, here is what they could have done: went out with that person, asked the shy person out, acknowledge them and their goals, stopped making excuses about their past, and stopped flirting with them if they never intended to go out on a date.
This story is based upon real events that happened in the life of a person. The events are in actuality small snapshots of the person’s life set into a fictional table discussion between the main character and their friends. In truth many of these events happen at separate times in real life. For the sake of the document names have been changed for character analysis. The state chosen for this story occurs in the beautiful state of Colorado.
Some people hear Wagner’s ‘Ride of the Valkyries,’ when they are fighting in a battle or when death is upon them and their soul is being carried by the crow into St. Peter’s Gates. Some hear this, while others fall down before the lead of the western stick. What can be said about the life of others except that the ride of each one of us meets a different end. Do we all end up in a place of equality? What if the lights going out is a way to see the future of what we will go through when we walk after the final second. Does reality exist or is the concept of heaven a reality of the ignorant. Life in itself is short and brutish. The people stated that the person would find a person for as a mate. The person would be a beacon for all to dream about success. The only success in life is a determined failure if one is successful. Only the cowards live on and the people they have procreated with wonder the great question. The great question is ‘What if I would have given them the opportunity?’ Well, the opportunity for their true happiness was lost when they shunned the eagle for a fucking chicken molting with feathers (lies, excuses, infidelity). There comes a time when the valiant are only remembered after tragedy. The knight in modern times is courtlier than the Casanova of the past. The knight is a troubadour for all eternity. Shockingly, they are a troubadour even for single people. why do the brushes of the false double bushes make up lies and go with the those that air out their asses for over 20 years? If only there were answers to the questions. If only there were answers before the tragedy would unfold.
A wolf is quietly drinking water from the creek. As her lips are out touching the surface of the water, she takes a drink. The cool water touching her lips, and white teeth. The water flowing down her throat, then ending up in her stomach. A quiet time in nature when the most beautiful of all the canines takes time to replenish the water in her frame. A sight of beauty and majestic oneness with the universe. The true conception of beauty is in nature itself, even the vileness has a sentiment of beauty when it is a wild thing. The non-beauty of nature is the human conception of beauty. Compliments of beauty is not a substitute for the true beauty of nature. The wolf is at the creek.
Our story begins in a time of mental strife that had affected a young man who had always given his time and energy to people that did not deserve it. It had been painful for him to think about the future when all he saw was himself in the future alone with no kitten on his arm. A future of solitude in the woods with enough time to think about an alternative solution. He did not see any alternative to what he was about to do in real life. He had been having a nightmare for the past several weeks. The sun was shining in the early morning dew. The trees were red as the hair of a beautiful Irish woman with the breath of fresh spring and the eyes of a cool winter forest (Gray eyes). It was approximately a few hours before the day would begin for the common workers of the common shift (0800-1700hrs).
The man stared at the trees in front of him and then into the creek’s water. The water was running calmly and was making the sound in the manner of a ripe peach being kissed by an angel’s lips before consumption. This man had gone through several trials in life and was reflecting on his past and all of the decisions he had made. He remembered his years in high school and how he upturned his nose to people thinking about relationships over their future. He had always been a scholar and a warrior. This time the scholar would leave as the warrior returned from the battle. He looked up to the sky and saw that the ravens and crows were there waiting to take his soul up to the Gates of Saint Peter. Only to then be sent back to earth for a second shot or sent down into a deep abyss. The man did not care anymore; his heart was full of a deep pain that no drink could wipe clean.
He walked into the water and remembered the men that saw the Nazarene in the water during the storm. He wondered to himself if he should turn back and go home. For a moment he realized that going home could make him think the rash decision over. If only he could go back home and call a friend so that he could live and wait for his heart to heal. The man had given his heart to many, which in turn had made it broken, torn and bleeding. The mind was tired of seeing the heart become used. It had taken several years before he contemplated completing the act. His family and friends did not know of his contemplation. The man had never made direct or indirect attempts to complete the act. He had only hinted through his words and beliefs about the imperfection of life and how the people that make waves are the only ones to profit.
The women of his life were not mature and only liked the losers that wore their pants to the ground. Anger was an emotion that he would feel until the emotion switched into a calm cold cynical sadness. The man pulled an object out of his pocket. Next, he pulled out nine rounds and placed one of them into the clip. He put the object to his head and pulled. All of the animals that had gathered in the forest saw him fall straight down to the ground. The ground had not changed color. How did this tragedy happen to the man? Let us go back a few years to the life of Samuel Abraham. Let us go back to a time when he was at the early stage of his college career. A time of change in many ways.
Act 1 In the Occhiato Center
(Sitting in the Commons Area)
We see a group of friends sitting in the public area in the OC at Colorado State University – Pueblo. The time is around the middle of September in the late morning hours of the day after English class. Two of the friends have known each other since middle school. The girl is a newcomer of mild attractions and of a sharp mind. We begin this portion with her opening up to her friends Jon and Sam.
Sam: I am tired of trying to be the best at one area and not being successful in the nest. Two years ago, I was in a state of pain that was harder felt than when I hit myself in the face with my nunchaku.
Jon: What do you mean man? Usually, you are neutral or cheerful.
Sam: Jon I am sad since I see people that are in relationships and there are other people that only like to use me for my mind and do not want to have coffee with me.
Jon: Any girl would be lucky to have you as their own.
Sam: I do not know. Sometimes I believe that my pursuit of education may have been in vain.
Jon: I disagree…Let us ask Bridget.
Bridget: Hey guys, what is up?
Jon: Sam is down and feeling like his education has been a waste since he has not been able to attract a girl that would love him for himself.
Bridget: Sam you have a formidable friend and would be a good boyfriend of any lucky girl to have you. You are caring and a good listener. Why are you feeling down?
Sam: I constantly see people in relationships and there has been no one that would receive an invitation from me to have a hangout or date.
Bridget: That is their loss and not yours. The girls today are not smart. You will find someone that will appreciate you. Still, you must be able to come to terms with the fact that you do not need to try so hard. Why do you try so hard?
Sam: I am still scared by a past relationship.
Bridget: You do not have to worry about the past. DO not try so hard to get into a relationship. What happened to that girl in the past?
Sam: She got into several different relationships and ended up with a loser?
Jon: There you see. She is not affected by her betrayal to you. Live your life and do not try so hard. It gives her the satisfaction that she was more to you than she actually was. The first step is to see what you want. What do you think Bridge?
Bridget: Sam would you rather date a girl with a hot body and ugly face, or would you rather date a girl with an ugly body and hot face?
Jon: That is hard to choose. I guess I would go with the hot body since I would be the one with her and being seen with her in public.
Samuel Abraham: I would rather date the girl with a hot face and ugly body
Bridget: Why, Sam?
Sam: Because you can work out and transform each other’s bodies to being hot. If I had a girl with a hot body and ugly face, then she would not want to do anything for herself and would end up letting herself become entangled with health problems.
Narrator: To understand Sam, you must realize that he had a high viewpoint for women. He believed that women were perfect and should strive for self-growth. He did not believe that thinness was a sign of beauty if the person was a liar.
Bridget: That makes since a lot of guys would rather date a hot girl with both. They never take time to figure out what they like.
Sam: Several guys would say a hot body since they see the body as being that way forever. Well, a man may prefer the summer; however, there comes a time for the winter. Unless you have enough money then you should not flock to a different residence for the winter.
Bridget: Sam it is clear that you want a person that strive for greatness and does not have the mind of a narcissist.
Sam: I used to date a girl that was a narcissist and would only want to be better than her sister in every action..
Bridget: Do you mean that the girl wanted to be loose and easy.
Jon: Yes man what do you mean?
Sam: Sit back while I tell you the story of the ‘Uncivilized Girl.’
I first met my ex-girlfriend when I was in 8th grade. I had been asked by my friend and neighbor about to stand up in her quinceanera. I had no idea what my friend was talking about. She explained to me that her coming out ceremony was into womanhood according to her culture. During our first practice at her house, I had a partner that has cancer. She danced greatly and was quite cute. Well, since her boyfriend decided to stand up, I was given a new partner. My new partner was Sofia. She knew how to hold on during practice. Well, the day came when we looked like a couple at my friend’s event. After we had danced, and it was time to go she came up to me and told me that she liked my dancing. I replied in the same manner.
Looking forward to meeting her parents (her dad, I already met her mom and sister). After getting to know her family for a while, I was left alone with her and her sister when our parents decided to go out. That day we had pizza and went swimming in her backyard. I never had a cooked meal from my girlfriend, she was a microwave princess, like her mom, the microwave queen. After we had finished swimming, we decided to go into the house and watch TV. Her sister decided that she had to complete her history report on Cleopatra and called her partner over to the house. Sofia told her that their mom did not want her to have a friend since they were not home. Mind you during this time I was like family to my girlfriend since we had gone out with each other’s family’s and hung out together. Her sister decided to ignore her and stated that the friend would only be over to finish a report. Well, the friend came over and they went to her room, closing the door. Sofia and I were on the couch watching the ‘Top Ten.’ She made some poor subtle hints of what she wanted to do until our parents arrived, by laying on my side, my lap, and making small sounds of affection After over an hour, Sofia got up from the couch and went to her sister’s room. Upon opening the door, she saw that her sister and this friend were on her bed. Her hair was messed up. To be honest I did not see anything that my girlfriend claimed she saw. My girlfriend was giving me hints that she wanted me to take her to her bed. The rest of that night was shocking to me, as I saw both of the sister’s fighting verbally. I am a guy and I am used to fighting with my fists and then having a sit down and having a new friendship. Those girls fight in a manner that got me dragged into the middle of a situation that could have been dangerous. That night I ended up being a minister to them. needless to say, our families came to their house, and nothing was discussed in front of me. the only discussion was the night they had at dinner. Sophia wanted me to plow her, just like her sister in the other room was receiving from that guy. Of course, I would not think about doing this. I did not have the same ideals of dating like she did.
Jon: So, Sam what happened after they came home?
Sam: The sister told them that she was there with her friend from school doing a report and that nothing happened. Still to this day the only thing I remembered her getting was probation from fun activities.
Bridget: So how would you describe her sister?
Sam: Her sister was about 4’9 feet and had some D size cups. I liked the way her sister was, however, her mind was not sharp. I had to explain everything to her…even jokes. What can be expected from a person that missed 25 days in one semester to lie down with a guy (boy) in bed.
Jon: A dumb girl with nice endowments…sounds like a catch, if you want to have a life of no fulfillment.
Sam: Indeed! she was a girl that would satisfy the desires of every boy; however, she would not satisfy the desires of a true man. She had biological satisfaction; however, psychological satisfaction did not exist. I never went for her.
Jon: If she were a girl that would reform her actions and make a commitment to becoming educated and mature, would you go for her or someone like her?
Bridget: Jon let us be reasonable. The girl is already a lost cause and would only be like a used car that a few owners before the current owner.
Sam: I see your point Jon, as I did have initial feelings for Olive. These feelings were in the mind of a young teen wanting a relationship that involved physical contact; however, this teen at the time wanted a woman with whom he could have a conversation with. The girl, even if she were to reform her life would not be worth his time as he would liken her to that of an unreformed criminal. That used car had several previous owners. I have no love for her or my former girlfriend.
Jon: That is good man. There are too many people that will chase after the unworthy and not chase after the truth.
Sam: Talking about the bullshit I went through with her is helping me get over some of my doubts about being in a relationship.
Bridget: Sam, you previously told us that your former girlfriend had done multiple acts of betrayal towards you. I admire that you would give a person the benefit of the doubt, so that you can see beyond their faults.
Jon: (interrupting) – What happened between the two of you that finally set you apart from her? It seems like she was using you.
Sam: Well, she had once betrayed me when she made a statement that was quite hurtful. The statement was “oh that’s your brother.” This statement was hurtful since it seemed like she had not listened to the story of my brother from my family. It was hurtful to forget about him. The story of my brother is not a story that anyone could forget. He was murdered and his murderer still walks free. “God keep the bastard away from me for the peace of my brother.” The one thought that went through my head was “if I get together in a more serious manner with her and end up marrying her, what will it be like? Will anything, I say be acknowledged or will it be discarded.” As a man we are taught to bury our feelings, well, this is not possible when a person that is part of us is no longer around. Indeed, she was using me, and I did not have a shred of common sense to notice it before it became too late. I was just trying not to accept the facts.
Bridget: Would you like to talk about it?
Sam: My older brother was an infant when my mother’s ex-husband murdered him and nearly killed her in the process. If it had not been for a few people to follow the screams then she would have been dead. I only wish that I could find those guys and say thank you to them for saving her.
Jon: So how did you break up with your ex-girlfriend? Was it after that, or another time?
Sam: It took one final act for me to leave her. Of course, she did betray me one night when I invited her to a football game for my high school.
She was nice looking in every mild manner that my freshman mind could think of. Of course, this was a way of being close to her and nothing more. She stood with me in the stands and when she saw one of the flute players she went to him and stood there the whole night. She ignored me. That batard is fortunate that I did not punch him in the face. Of course, I would have done it out of sight and made sure that he did not notice who was kicking his ass; however, I have honor and I do not stoop to the level of what the fool was used to in manners of violations. One of her friends would later saw that she was a whore for going out with that guy right in front of me. According to Sofia’s dad, ”Sam could take him out with one punch.” At the time, that fag could have been taken out of his misery, and his family’s misery. He would later drop out of school. Years later he would not even recall the incident. He did not even know it was an incident. In honesty, fuck him.
Still, this was the act of her first betrayal before the night of her sister’s escapades, and before her pep jollies.
Bridget: So, what was the final straw that made you dump her dumbass?
Sam: There was another time when this girlfriend played with my heart as if I did not have any feelings. She was a bad girl that day. The day started out as any other day as it could start.
(Sofia’s parents’ house)
Walking into the house was common for me as her parents saw me as her boyfriend. Once you were in the house you were family. Sophia would not like to admit this as she was the type of person that wanted you, and other guys. For the record, this lust was not in the manner of a threesome. She just wanted multiple guys in her life that would pay for her way and play her games. This is how I would see her after final betrayal.
Sophia: Hey Sam! (General smile)
Sam: Hey Sophia, are you ready (Smiling)?
Sophia: We have to wait for mom and Livy to come back.
Narrator: Be aware that Livy was the nickname of her sister Olivia. God damn those people were never ready for any event. Especially, when part of the event had already started. They needed a pocket watch to remind them to set their phone alarm.
Sam: No problem we could wait for them. (Little did I realize that this would be a similar theme throughout the night).
Sophia: Yes, they went to get Livy’s hair done and will be back in about twenty minutes.
(We had some general small talk about the place we were going to eat at for the evening. She asked about the after prom and I stated that I had not decided to go to it yet).
[Twenty minutes later]
Sam: Let me take a picture of you before we go to dinner.
Sophia: NO! I do not like anyone taking my picture, I’ll do it.
Sam: (To be honest I did not care if she took it herself, I wanted to remember her for the future. Little did I know this would be the picture of a teasing moment).
Maria: She does not even like me to take her pictures. She always wants to do it her way, meh.
Livy: When we take Sissy pics, she has to take them herself. Hahaha. I once tried to take a picture of her while she was sleeping.
Sophia: I slapped her.
Sam: (To be honest, the both of them should have been slapped before they went to school as a reminder to be a student and not a person of a streetwalker mind).
Livy: Mom whipped both of our butts.
Sam: (This was one of the many tales and lies she presented. She might as well have given Maria the mother-of-the-year award. If only that title had an unfit category).
Sophia: So, Livy what took so long?
Livy: The girl doing my hair had made a mistake and had to redo my hair. When we walked in we had to wait twenty minutes for her to finish on another person that arrived late. Then we had to wait for her to make a call to her boyfriend and speak about the baby….
Sam: (Honestly, I fell asleep with her excuses). You need to find a different hairstylist in the future.
Stefan (Livy’s boyfriend/bed partner): I agree that girl took too long.
Rose: Maria let us have them take their pictures before they go out.
Maria: Good idea.
Livy: Yes, we have to get there before we hit the crowd. We do not want to be late for the prom after McDonald’s.
Sam: Obviously, the hair dye has sunk into your scalp.
Livy: Hahaha.
Stefan: Nice one bro (while fist bumping).
Sophia: You realized he just insulted you Livy.
Livy: Hahaha.
Narrator: Stating the obvious to an immature mind was difficult since everything was comical to her. Pictures were taken in front of their house and then we would head to the Riverwalk. One of the most iconic moments of these pictures happened at the house. Stefan had been chewing tobacco since he walked through the door outside. He spat upon the ground then and then gave Livy a kiss. Livy thought nothing of it. She might as well have taken the tobacco can and swallowed a pinch. The next iconic moment would occur at the Riverwalk.
[Riverwalk]
The day was windy outside and the Riverwalk was crowded. About fifteen minutes were spent there due to the crowd.
Lewis (Sam’s dad): Why are you walking with your hands behind your back?
Little did my dad know of the incident that transpired prior to him asking this question. If he had known, then he would not have asked that question. While I was walking down with Sophia, I reached out to take her hand. She responded with a no because she did not want to fall. (What a B! I thought). She was very moody that day. Each time we took a picture she would pull away from me immediately after the picture was taken. I did not even get a kiss from her. As I recall she never gave me a kiss. Even when I wanted to kiss her it only ended up in a hug. I did not receive either on this day.
As previously mentioned, there was a time when her sister asked her if she wanted her to let me know about some bastard named Robert. I should have pressed the issue.
[Rosario’s]
This restaurant prides itself on quality, family, respect, and honor. Why in the hell did I bring a delivery diet person to eat here is beyond me. We sat down and she would not eat any of the bread. Immediately she pulled out her phone and would barely respond to me. apparently, her friends attention was more important than mine. Her is the shocking part, I did nothing to merit this disrespect. She had been in a bad mood all day. I wish I had cancelled participation in the event at that time. When the waitress came to take the order, a pizza was ordered by Sophia, and I ordered Chicken Picatta with Minestrone. I tried to speak with her the whole time at the table, and she would barely answer anything. I might as well have had dinner with a photograph. When the pizza came, she immediately buried her face into the plate and ate like a dog. Only two slices she ate. I remember Maria stating earlier that Sophia was trying to lose weight. Well, starving yourself and eating like a pig is going to do the opposite. The body cannot manage that kind of treatment. When the time came for us to leave it was raining. I used an umbrella to get her into the car.
[At the prom]
To make this short I will give you the basic details. Once we arrived at the prom, we met a few of her friends. They were quite plain and common looking. To be honest the shortest one would later (years later) pose in her bra and honestly looked good. To be bad she barely smiled. A calm heart with a plain mind. Her name was Sara. The other girl was named Debbie. Her parents did not come from affluent origins, still she was dressed in a manner that would challenge her class. The other people we met were their dates. The smallest one came with a guy by the name of Josh. The other guy did not come. Next, we met some of my friends, Kevin and Danielle. Well, we made our way to the table and did small talk. When Sophia was up near the chocolate table, Josh asked if she were going out. I replied only if God wills it. During this time, I was starting to become a believer in Christ. Josh stated, “I don’t get along with that bastard.” I asked him if he was an atheist. He stated that he was wicked. For the whole night Sophia did not want to dance with me and would state that she did not want to fall down. This girl was not used to wearing formal wear. She had no problem dancing with Josh. Not to mention that most of the night she was trying to get me to hang out with my other friends. Let me get to the part where the events became unbearable.
[At my family’s house]
She asked if I was going to the After-prom because she had stated that she told her friends that she was going to go. Her top was opened in the back. She was wearing a red bra. She looked like a hooker with her hair, clothes, and her heels. I should have told her no and just taken her home. That would have opened a distinct set of problems. With the way she had been acting, who knows what would happen.
[After-Prom]
At the after-prom she found Josh and for the whole night finding her was a chore. She would barely speak to me. It took two acts that set me over the edge. The first act was when I witnessed from a distance her kissing Josh, the next act was when she was sitting between his legs. I phoned my family to come and pick us up. Before they came, I told them everything on the phone. I remember asking my mom not to bring my dad. You see my dad will occasionally give you an honest opinion about anything. this night he would tell her to her face what he thought of her. When they came, Josh went up to their car and had an object in his hand. Two principals ran out of the building after they heard yelling from my dad. My dad thought Josh had a weapon on them. the principals asked what was going on and they were told that this guy had intruded upon their event. The principles knew about Josh and did not press the issue further. They could have had Josh arrested since it was later discovered that he was banned from the district and any associated events with the district. Later on, we contacted Maria. She stated that she would call us in the morning. She never called back and the next time I would speak to her was several years later.
[Back at the University in the Lab near the Café]
Jon: That was an inconvenient time being with a tramp that had no respect for herself nor you. Good call on dumping her a**.
Sam: If only I would have done it sooner. The next girls have been constant fools and will suffer from karma.
Bridget: Risa was another girl I heard you mention yesterday.
Sam: That girl made another mistake on so many levels. The time I wasted trying to pursue her twice was in vain. Thank God I did not get the opportunity to take her out. Her family comes from a background of sloth, lust, and vanity.
Jon: A person of the exhibited qualities of Pueblo women. They get a guy to get them pregnant and then they leave the guy.
Bridget: Next, they try to find a guy and end up with the same type of guys that get them pregnant. By the time they realize their mistake it is too late. No good man will want a woman that has several kids from different men. Unless that man has no honor.
Sam: These girls will only take you for what you can offer them. they want the man to have the palace and then move them in; however, they do not want to create anything with the man. They just want his resources. they view themselves as property.
Bridget: If I were not in a relationship with Sam, I would date you. You are an honest man and respects women. You will find a person someday.
Sam: I hope so, because my heart is becoming fragmented to the point that I am starting to develop trust issues. Not to mention I am now taking anxiety pills. If I forget to take them then the anxiety sets. Do not ever take Lisinopril.
Jon: Have you stopped taking them?
Sam: I have not taken them for a week, and I told my quack doctor that my mind was starting to dive into the anxiety when I did not take them. she asked if I would consider taking them, I said no because for the past week, I had not had any thoughts and I had been off the medicine.
Act 2 – Jigsaw puzzle
Jon: Once again Sam that is one powerful story. I am sorry it happened to you. Why dos these so-called women fuck around and not be truthful. It is no longer men and women coming from various places. This is a call to women being rude and not trustworthy.
Sam: I am sorry to have to tell you the story of why this happened. It only helps others that are in similar situations. This was the biggest let down in my life. I still have more people that have betrayed me or only used me. this is why I am frugal and at times described as a scholar and a gentleman. The Cup Cake of Sodom, The Girl of the Daniel’s Diet, The Cosplaying Whore, The Faithful Friend, or the Pentecostal Pessimist. The first girl is in a tale for another day. The biggest let down for me occurred with an acquaintance.
Jon: Please tell me.
Bridget: Please tell.
[Pueblo Mall]
The Pentecostal Pessimist
I met Risa when I was in high school during my Freshman year. She was attractive with the makeup she wore. I only remember seeing her that year in our science class. It would be years before I would see her at Pueblo Mall working at the Lancome counter, when my mom was getting some new make-up. Each time I met her she would hug and flirt with me. from the conversations I had with her, I discovered that she had a young daughter and was not with her dead-beat baby’s dad. After about a month I decided to ask her out as a friend. She stated to me that she was in a relationship and that I was such a gentleman for asking her. Well, I later would discover that she was with a black guy that who looked like a person from America’s Most Wanted. When I saw this guy in public, I could not believe she was in love with him. he looked like a slob and would dress in sweats. For five years this guy would be dating her; however, he never wanted to make a commitment to marry her. Obviously, he viewed her as a cow giving free milk. The shocker in all of this is that she is a question who speaks about morals and how people should not pose for money. Well, if anything she is saying has a kernel of truth, then she needs to keep her mouth shut and view her life. A Christian that speaks about others in a pessimistic tone should not be condoning their own sins without repentance.
As a back story, Risa, had become pregnant when she was a senior in high school. Her greatest joy from her own lips was when she had her daughter. The guy she had the child with was just a boyfriend. She never married him, so her daughter is an out of wedlock bastard in accordance with the bible she claims to stand behind.
The next time I would see Risa is when she had a dress done for a friend’s wedding. She was flirting with me and speaking for a long time. I could not even go into another room since she caught my attention. She still had a nice figure since high school. Well, I asked her out a few days later and her response was that she was new to the dating scene. Honestly, I felt like God was playing with my mind. Each time a physically beautiful woman was there, there would always be a roadblock for me. I am tired of being single and I am tired of receiving the same message “any girl would be lucky to be with you; I am going to set you up with a friend.” Not to mention they never follow through with their promise. I have settled down and realized that the only avenue I have to look forward to is eternal peace.
Jon: This girl was thinking about profits the whole time.
Bridget: It seems like she was running from a good man. She will not realize that until she ends up with multiple men that treat her like a rest stop.
Sam: She is afraid that a man of a different background is good for her. Little does she know that I was baptized after being through so much pain and deciding that I would need an ally for the upcoming wars I would have in the hell hole I called work.
Bridget: Did she ever give a decent reason on why she would not go out with you? It looks like she is always judging you.
Sam: She would only make excuses as to why she would not give me an answer.
Jon: What a B!
Bridget: Like how?
Sam: From the times I would speak to her she would only try to pull religion out of her ass and try to make sense of the situation. She was always putting down people for posing in the media and stating that she knew they could find a better way to make money. in my eyes she should have kept her mouth shut since she had a kid with a deadbeat out of wedlock and was now judging everyone.
Bridget: She only saw her life as important and did not step back to analyze her words before she spoke when she judged other people.
Sam: Indeed, she was always doing stuff like that, and I had enough one day, and I called her out on her judgmental.
Bridget: How did she respond?
Sam: She stated that I should not judge her and plainly stated that my education was worthless because I did not have faith.
Bridget: Wow! She just likes to pass out judgements and is inconsistent in her approach to dealing with different people of diverse backgrounds. Did she know about the true origins of Christ?
Sam: Well, let it be stated that this Jew was baptized in an Apostolic church, and later converted to Islam. Only to realize that he is a philosopher that follows the ideals of the Jesuits and respects nature as a Franciscan. This person does not fall into their category of sinful living.
Jon: What is next in your life?
Sam: I am headed to Beulah for the final communication with nature for the season.
Bridget: Let us know if you would like us to join you.
Sam: Thank you; however, I need to do this alone.
Bridget: We understand.
Narrator: As Sam got up, Bridget reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Bridget: You are not alone. We are always here. Allah has not forgotten about you.
Jon: I would like to know about Daniel Diet Girl.
Sam: Indeed, she was interesting when I met her. Her name was April.
The Girl of Daniel’s Diet
I first met in April 2013. She was cute and had a vibrant figure. Her mannerism was bubbly and quite fun to be around. Being a gentleman around her was easy and well received. For about a week I had asked her to participate in a research experiment based upon caffeine and memory. She agreed and took the study. After the project was completed, I took the month-long holiday and then came back to the university. She met up with me and stated that she had tried to contact me. at the time we exchanged Facebook information and scheduled a date.
Well, we went on a date to a local coffee shop. She arrived a little late. I did not care since I found her pretty and calm when I was around her. A siren of calmness. My heart was feeling special around her.
She had a tortilla soup with crackers and a veggie sandwich. She stated that she was on Daniel’s Diet. A diet that derived from the prophet Daniel. She still looked pretty eating it. I thought I had found a person that I could date. She asked if I had ever smoked marijuana. I told her that I did not smoke anything. She did not judge me; however, she explained to me why I should start smoking and described the after events of smoking. She stated that you could look at a tree and start laughing. To be honest We made plans for the following week. We never had a second date. She immediately moved onto a different guy and posted a picture with him where she was sitting on his lap, and his hand was close near her groin.
Jon: You know if you entered the spirit realm then I would still contact you.
Sam: How would you do that?
Jon: Through the Ouija board.
Sam: All of the stories I told you have been about the constant failures I have had trying to find the partner in my life.
Jon: Sometimes when we look for our other half, we tend to forget that we are half to another person. If two pennies fall down the tunnel do they end up together in the collective?
Sam: They would hit one another once they reached the center.
Jon: Yes and they would not be made of half the initial material. Finding the other half will have a center divide as a scar. It is better for the pennies to have their own story. Two pennies can do more than one penny can do.
Sam: The power of two is greater than one, unless one of them is a parasite. Finding a partner that accepts me for who I am is difficult. So many only see the current and past self of the person. They do not see the present moving forward and they do not see the future that the person will have, they want all of the puzzle pieces to be placed into the frame. They want the frame complete, while they are the nails on the wall. If you cannot build the future with me, then why should I bring you in like a piece of property? I remember one person who was a broken penny. She was beautiful on the outside; however, inside her heart there was pain, stress, and darkness. Eventually it ended in her demise at the hands of her boyfriend. A fool that deserves no recognition and is the product of his alcoholic (reformed) dad that has always bailed his foolish son out of trouble. After meeting her and seeing how she lived, I can honestly say that she was not worth the action he placed upon her. She was indeed a cupcake; however, her vileness was that of Sodom. Here is the story.
The Cupcake of Sodom
Her name for the sake of the story was Rebekah Stone moor. Her physical beauty was like a combination of Cher and Fran Dreschner. Especially when she crinkles her face with a smile. Lips that were made for kissing would end up being cruel when they spoke words of venom for a bear’s cock defense. Not to mention her voice could become nasally at times. The first time I met her she asked if her top showed too much skin. Which, it did not. Her wardrobe was that of a kindergarten teacher telling stories of Cliff, Berenstain, and the bloody nursery rhymes of dark meanings. She did have a top that made her look very pretty. Still, outside beauty cannot show the internal beauty of a person. It is a mere fade on trueness. One of the client’s asked me if I had seen the pretty girl. I responded by telling him that she was right next to me. Of course, I did not tell him that she was rolling her eyes at his comment. Now there was a time that I experienced the Mandela Effect with her. In my world, she had pushed me aside. In the current world the camera did not show that. She hated when I had asked a member of our team to go and relieve someone since they were on float duty. She got off the phone and chewed me out. Of course, I later found out that she was dating that co-worker. To be honest the guy had no looks and was described by another co-worker as being a person that amounted to being at home when he was on duty. The way she dressed was suggestive and not stylish or fit for the job. She would wear dresses; however, several of them were appropriate for a kindergarten classroom or for a high school freshman at an event marketed towards the population of ‘Black Veil Brides’ fans. She was good looking and had a nice figure; however, her mind was damaged from alcohol abuse and bad men. It is fair to mention that many of the male staff members saw her as a sex object. The guy she was dating is still a worthless fool that should have been fired his first week on the job. He did nothing but stay on his phone. What is more infuriating is that she was having sexual relations with this guy and he never made any move to have her as a girlfriend. Even the director saw them inappropriate actions during CPR training. The man was a fool that should have been embarrassed by his demeanor. She should have been embarrassed as well to even have that guy touched her. Well, the demoralized with often lie with dogs to feel like the wanted bone.
Of course, if she had become pregnant the facility would have found a way for them to be terminated. Work relationships were considered to be inappropriate. Not to mention she was targeting clients with unprofessionalism (e.g., hitting one of the clients in testicles with a search wand, verbally harassing a female client that called her out for being drunk, throwing a pencil at that client, cursing at all clients, etc.). One of them was fired for allowing three escapes to occur in one night. Another person was fired for harassing an older female staff member and smelling the panties of a client during a roommate search. These were the details of a report that was told to clients by the main writer of the report. If it is true, then the guy must have been having some strong mental strain. Especially, since the guy would freak out if the office were cluttered.
Reba would later have all of us experience an event that would place the facility into a cluster fuck mode for the cameras. She had been in a bad mood for a long time. Anytime a client asks her a question or try to joke with her, she curses them and slam the door in their face. One of the client’s was struck in the groin with a wand. If you take a torch with you into the woods make sure it is an electric torch so that you do not create a fire.
She came to work drunk, and the supervisor did nothing to remedy the situation. He was too busy wanting to leave for the gym. Two years later several people found out that this was the time he was having an extramarital affair. She got into a fight with a client who called her out for being drunk. Shelly, one of the other female staff members had to call her back to the facility to complete her shift. Within one hour Reba would storm out of the facility again and only return to grab her phone. Throughout this ordeal I was assigned by the senior staff member to document everything that went on. He blamed all of us for not following his version of what should have been done. Well, he did the worst of all since he saw her come in drunk.
From the eyewitness testimony of a friend, they stated that a car had passed them while speeding. This person stated that the person was pulled over and given a ticket. The ticket was a DUI.
A former convict placed upon their social media page a message. The message was about Rebekah being in the hospital due to her boyfriend beating the shit out of her. Two weeks later while at ICU, the plugged was pulled with a DNR. She died and left two children with disabilities.
The boyfriend was tried and convicted of murder. His daddy was not able to save him, and his business is barely recovering. Of course, the apple does not fall from a tree any long distance. If anything, the apple is in the shadow of the tree. The area of the shadow is often the area where the most damage occurs.
It is sad that this cupcake had to become soiled with the court jester and alcohol. She had the makings of being great; however, she operated on the pleasure principle. The guy she dated at work was being inappropriate CPR training and laughing about it. She enjoyed it as well. The supervisor and director of the facility did nothing. The guy she was dating should have been a model for a cave man series on HBO. Sometimes a woman wants a good man to come into their life and treat them right. Well, mates this often never occurs because they do not break away from their stereotypes and live to be with societal failures. It is painful to see a person that you barely liked to work with go through so much pain and never speak about it. Being able to help a person that does not want help and wants to do it on their own is difficult. Only Allah knows the hearts of the fools that mascaraed in human costumes.
Epilogue:
We see a young man at the creek. He has thought of the events that had led him to the point of despair. He did not know of any other way to satisfy the pain inside his head. Each day had been a waking of sorrow and depression. The only solitude was him smiling and speaking to people about their happiness. Even speaking about peaceful events. Inside the heart of the man there was a beat that was of water and blood. He was tired of all the bullshit that he had gone through. As he put the metal to his head, he took in a glimpse of all the scene in front of him. The wolf at the creek was majestic. The near in the woods was resting. The rabbits were frolicking. He pulled the trigger.
After falling to the ground all of the animals gathered around him. they were concerned as he had been on the ground. Do not fret my people of the book. Do not fret my followers of the burning bush. Do not fret my people of the dark. Do not fret my people of the prophet. The man was on the ground…there was no color on the foliage.
The man opened his eyes. He had anticipated the shot and fallen as if in a rehearsal. As he got up from the ground he heard a voice. It was the voice of an angel looking at him with a calm smile. The angel began their decent to the ground. After touching the ground, the angel placed their hand on their shoulder.
Angel: “God has not forgotten about you Sam. He has seen your struggle and has charged me with protecting you further. I am your guardian angel. Call me Abbadonna. I will be with you every step of the way. Even when you are feeling stress and lack faith I will be here for you. You are one of his strongest warriors.”
Sam: Why would God choose to intervene into my life? I have not done anything to receive his grace.
Abbadonna: He has seen the work you have done and what you are going through. He does not care about you going to church. Your love for humanity and trying to help others is the work of God in action. Anyone can go into a building and worship God or any other deity of their choosing. That does not make them a viable candidate for their spirit. A person with an earnest heart will always inspire others and have long-suffering. God is going to bring you into the fruition of your dreams. It is going to be hard; however, you will not need to worry. Be patient and do not worry about others. They will always be jealous of what you have. Look at what they did to Yeshua. He was perfect and they nailed him to the cross. He died for you and humanity. He died so that no one had to suffer today.
Sam: With all of the suffering in the world, why did he decide to make me a concern?
Abbadonna: He has seen your heart and realizes that you can be the tool for others to create less havoc. Do you remember the people that were going down a dark tunnel in the center? They have turned their lives around after meeting you. Several of them have become advocates for social change and are trying to help the youth get out of bad straits. Sam, you are important to God and for your actions he will give you the desires of your mind.
Do you remember the dream you had where you were in the banquet hall? You saw God writing the events of your life and all of the guests in the section that you have for the rejected. They did not see your value and are forced to feel your presence when you shine. The woman behind you praying for your being is the symbol that your wife will be of the same cloth and belief. You are both different but you are united as One Flesh. God sees all and will bring your desires to fruition. You will be a university professor. You will have a beautiful wife and several children, and you will succeed.
The End
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