A Blessed Life E-Book

James Wood

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

A tortured young boy navigates his life through emotional and physical turmoil. He leans not into his own understanding of the circumstances. He gains courage to appreciate all the adventures life has dealt him. Forming a community base, strong love, true faith, and a friendship with God, he now can express and share compassion, love, care, hope, and forgiveness.

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James Wood

A Blessed Life

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ISBN:978-965-578-404-6

A BLESSED LIFE

JAMES WOOD

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

The End of Innocence

Chapter 2

Our new home

Chapter 3

New Beginnings

Chapter 4

A Changing World

Chapter 5

Love and Hate

Chapter 6

Lessons of Life

Chapter 7

Mistakes and Tragedy

Chapter 8

Living with Loss

Chapter 9

Genuine Love

CHAPTER 1

THE END OF INNOCENCE

The earliest memories of my life go back many years ago when I was only a small child. I was maybe three or four years old eating a bowl of Cheerios at the kitchentable at my Grandmother Sim’s house in Batesville, Arkansas. I recall how she taught me to pour coffee over a biscuit and sprinkle some sugar on top of it for a tasty treat. She also liked to dip her cornbread into a glass of milk for an afternoon snack.

My grandmother was born in 1905, and she was a wonderful woman that was full of spirit and joy. She loved to cook, crochet, and yarn for a leisurely activity. The blankets, quilts, and comforters that she made were like intricate pieces of woven art. Her baked items were often entered into the county fair where she took many blue ribbons. She would also make her own jellies and preserves along with sorghum and molasses.

She told me about God and Jesus and Heaven too. I still remember her saying to me, “Always tell yourself, I am going to heaven. And when you die, you will go to heaven because that is what you believe.” She taught me about the Bible verse John 3:16 which said God loved the world so much that he gave his only begotten son to die for our sins, and whosoever believes shall not perish but have everlasting life.

My family was living with her while my father found us a place of our own. My mother and my three siblings lived there with me and grandmother. I was a young innocent child that thought everybody loved each other, especially relatives. I looked up to my older siblings; one brother and two sisters, with love and admiration. However, my siblings did not feel the same love for me that I felt for them.

The abuse and torment began for me around this time of my life. The mental and physical anguish would last for many more years until around my thirteenth birthday. The first memory that I can remember is when my brother was playing outside with his friends. I was playing in the yard when I began to watch them at play. They were riding bicycles in the street and pulling each other around on a skateboard with a rope tied onto the back of my brother’s bike. They were taking turns riding the skateboard and it looked like fun to me.

Excitedly, I ran over to them to ask for a turn on the skateboard. My brother responded with a yes but stated that I would probably fall. He said, “You do not know how to ride a skateboard and leave us alone, but I will let you ride it to teach you a lesson.” He seemed aggravated and angry for some reason, but I jumped onto the skateboard and grabbed the rope anyway.

My brother began pedaling the bike and took off down the road. I could see the rope unraveling the faster he got going, and as the rope grew taut, I began rolling down the street too. I may have rolled five feet at the most, and I lost my balance and fell to the pavement. I was still laying in the street when I heard a noise approaching me from behind. I quickly turned my head to see my brother pedaling very fast right toward my face.

At the last second, he tried to “bunny hop” over my face, but his front tire did not clear me. I tried to turn away from the oncoming bicycle, but I was not fast enough. The tire ran over my mouth which busted my lip and smashed a baby tooth up into my gum.

My brother crashed the bike upon impact with my face as he hurled to the street below. He ran over to me and yelled at me to get away from him and his friends. He did not check on me one time. I ran inside to show my mother what happened, and she gave me a whipping for bothering the older boys.

The tooth stayed jammed into my gum for so long that it caused the adult tooth to have a cavity in it by the time that my mother finally took me to the dentist. I recall the dentist telling her that if she would have brought me in sooner then the adult tooth would have been fine. My lip was permanently disfigured as well which made my lip appear to have a “fat lip” look.

Secondly, we were still living with my grandmother when my older sister was playing in the living room by the air conditioning window unit. I was curious to see what she was doing over by the window. I approached her and said, “Hey sis, what are you doing?” She turned angrily and said, “Get out of here and leave me alone!” I noticed that she had a steak knife cutting on some watermelon seeds while she was warning me to leave her alone.

Before I could turn to leave, she turned back around and saw me still standing there. At that time, she swung the knife grasping it in her hand toward my face exclaiming, “I said get out of here!” The knife narrowly missed my face and right eye and my nose somehow, but it cut my left eye. It did not hurt that much, but it felt like getting poked in the eye.

I cried out, “Oh, my eye!” in fear when I felt the pain, and my sister yelled back, “I did not even touch you, you little twerp!” My mother and grandmother were in the kitchen at this time, and they heard the commotion. My mother yelled from the other room, “What is going on in there?” I responded, “She cut my eye with a knife!” My sister answered back, “He is a liar, I never touched him!”

My mother came into the living room with us and grabbed me by the face to look at my eye. There was no apparent damage. Mother said, “I do not see anythingwrong with your eye.” My sister said, “I told you that he is a liar!” So, my mother told me to go to bed with no supper for being a liar even though it was still early in the afternoon.

I lay in bed listening to the rest of my family eating dinner and talking about me being a liar. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night with my grandmother rubbing my ankle. I wanted it to be my mother, but it was not her. I raised from the bed and saw grandmother crying and patting my leg. She was saying, “I am so sorry baby, I am so sorry.”

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon and breakfast being cooked in the house. I could hear my family eating breakfast without me. I was very hungry since I did not eat any supper. My older siblings left for school, and I got up out of bed to go into the dining room where mother and grandmother were sitting at the table.

Grandmother said, “Good morning! I bet you are starving. Sit down and I will make you a plate.” There were still eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and gravy left on the table. Mother said, “No. I will get him a bowl of cereal instead, liars do not get to eat good food.” I did not mind eating the cereal. Anything was good to me considering the fact that I had not eaten all night.

My eye was still bothering me which felt like a scratchy feeling every time that I blinked. I was rubbing my eye and eating my cereal when grandmother said, “You know, he sure is messing with that eye a lot, maybe he is nota liar!” Mother grabbed me by the chin and cheeks squeezing my face pulling me across the table towards her which made me spill my cereal.

Exclaiming, “My God, I guess that I will look and see!” After looking at my eye, she threw my head back so hard that my chair slid a little across the floor. Then she said, “My God, I guess that I am going to have to take him to the doctor!”

Grandmother said, “Well, he sure is messing with his eye and it looks red. Maybe he is telling the truth.” A couple of days later my mother took me to the eye doctor.

She and I approached the receptionist window and mother told them who we were, and the lady in the window asked my mother what was the reason for the office visit. Mother stated, “He says that his eye is hurt, but I think that he is a liar.” I could see a man wearing a white jacket standing next to the receptionist reading a file. However, my mother could not see him from where she stood.

The man wearing the white jacket overheard my mother’s conversation with the receptionist. I saw him look away from the file in his hand to see who was at the window. He quickly put down the file and left the office to come around to the waiting area. The doctor came up to me and grabbed me by the wrist telling me to come with him.

He led me out of the waiting area then down the hallway in through a door into an examination room. Once inside the room, he placed me in a chair and pulled some type of eye inspecting instrument over in front of my face. He inspected my eyes with many different lenses while never saying one word to me. After sorting through many different lenses he said, “Just what I thought!” Then, he pushed the device away from my face.

He grabbed me by the wrist again and said, “Come with me.” We went back down the hallway into the waiting area. I saw my mother and my siblings sitting down across the room. The doctor spoke out across the room to my mother and said, “I will have you to know that your son is not a liar!” My mother stood up from her chair and looked over to my older sister to say, “You said that you were telling the truth.”

Once we left the doctor’s office we got into the car and my mother said to me, “When we get home, you are going straight to bed with no supper again! You humiliated me in front of everybody in there!” My sister who was the liar did not receive any punishment for her actions even though my eye was cut badly enough which required two surgeries over the years, and the cut damaged my pupil which caused my eye to lose the ability to focus. Another permanent injury caused by my siblings which I got punished for by my mother.

The first surgery took place when I was in first grade. I had to wear a patch over my eye at school, and the other children laughed at me and called me pirate. I had to take my school picture wearing the patch in first grade and the next year in second grade as well. All while enduring more heckling from the other children.

CHAPTER 2

OUR NEW HOME

We finally moved into our own home shortly after the eye incident, but the abuse did not stop. My older brother and sister would beat on me daily with their fist. They would laugh and giggle like they thought it was funny. They would pinch, thump, hit, scream in my ear, twist my arm until I begged for mercy and hold me down punching all over my body from head to toe. My father knew little about the abuse because he was always at work, and my mother did nothing about it. She would usually punish me for their actions.

Another time, I was in my bedroom with the door shut. My brother and sister came into the room with an evil look in their eyes. They came over to my bed and held me down beating me with their fists and knuckles. Somehow, I broke free from them and ran out of my bedroom screaming and crying for help. I made my way into the living room where my mother was watching television.