My brother, James,
Oh how do i wish that your thought for today would connect with me.
But this wishy/washy/love/hate earthly son of his, had told him to take a hike many years ago. I didn't need him anymore.
I wasn't a precious "gift from God" to my parent(s) my "mom" took care of that. Never have seen a father around. But had a sister 3 years younger.
Made in his image & likeness? No way. (His) religion (Catholic) has no room for gays, nor do most "christian" ones.
I'm sorry for making this post. But i hurt bad there comes the guilt & shame all over again. But at least i am shedding some tears over this, and that is something positive.
Heal well, my brother, James, heal well.
"I will take that lost boys hand, and i will lead him from the depths of darkness, into the sunshine, forever into eternity.' As he is me.
Working Boys' Home 10-14 yrs old, grades 5-8. 1949-1953
A very humble alumni of the WOR Dahlonega, GA.
May 15-17 2009, Alta, Sep. 2009. Sequoia, 2010.
Hope Springs, 2010.