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Publié par | Inspiring Voices |
Date de parution | 07 juillet 2014 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781462409877 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Copyright © 2014 Junietta Reidhead.
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ISBN: 978-1-4624-0986-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-0987-7 (e)
Inspiring Voices rev. date: 07/01/2014
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
This little story is dedicated to all children everywhere who are sad and suffering inside.
“Grandpa Al, please tell us a story.”
Putting his forefinger on his place in the book he was reading, Grandpa Al, slowly looked down at six year old Sophia. His pretty little granddaughter was looking up at him from where she was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. She, along with her brothers, eight year old Casey and thirteen year old Stratton, were spending a cold, wet, wintery day with their Grandpa Al out on the ranch. The children had spent most of the day playing with electronic games they had received as Christmas gifts. Now they were tired of games and were ready to listen to one of Grandpa’s interesting stories.
The pale winter sun was beginning to go down behind the hills that surrounded the ranch house. In an hour or so it would be completely dark outside. The room was cozy and warm with the heat coming from the fireplace. Bright amber and yellow flames were dancing up through the burning logs creating a perfect story telling atmosphere.
“Well, Sophia, which story would you like me to tell? Maybe the one about the time the mouse ran up my pants leg? Or would you enjoy hearing about the time I had to clean the girl’s bathroom at school for a week because I broke a kid’s nose?” Grandpa Al was mentally running through his list of stories. But Sophia was shaking her head at his suggestions.
“No, Grandpa, we’ve heard those stories already. Tell us a new story.”
“Yes,” Casey chimed in. “We want to hear a new story. One about when you were a boy growing up in the olden days.”
“Well, let me see.” Grandpa Al thought for a moment…. then added. “I think I will tell you about something that happened to me one day that changed my whole life. Actually, the experiences I had that day not only ended up changing my whole life, but even my name was changed. This is an experience that I don’t talk about very often because I don’t share it with just anyone. But I think you children are old enough to understand and will treat my story with respect. Would you do that?”
All three children nodded their heads in agreement. They settled themselves into comfortable positions getting ready to enjoy one of their grandfather’s wonderful stories.
So Grandpa Al began his story………..
Chapter 1
W ell, first I have to tell you that when I was a young boy, my life was very different from yours. My parents lost their lives in an auto accident when I was three years old. After that I went to live with my Grandpa Ally. Grandpa Ally loved me and did the best he could to take care of me. It was hard for him to take care of an active little boy. He lived alone in a little house on the outside of town. His wife, my grandmother, had passed away several years before. So he had no one to help him raise me.
However, Grandpa Ally loved the Lord. He prayed to God every morning and night. He read Bible stories to me and then would take the time to help me understand them. One Christmas he gave me a beautifully illustrated book of Bible stories for children. ( By the way, I still have that book) Those times we spent together so long ago were very precious. We made a good team. Sometimes when there was no school, we would take long hikes out in the woods. As we walked along, Grandpa would teach me about the plants and animals we saw along the way. He was my best friend.
When I was nine years old, Grandpa went to live with my grandma up in Heaven. I was left alone with no other family to care for me. I had to go live in foster homes. For several months I was moved from one home to another. Most of the people I lived with would treat me kindly. But, each time I had to go to another home, I would get increasingly unhappy with my life. Deep, dark, black anger was growing in my heart. That horrible anger caused me to be mean and hateful to everyone and everything around me.
Also, I was angry with God because he had taken away my grandpa. I no longer prayed to God or read my Bible like Grandpa Ally had taught me.
At school I had no friends. I would call the other students names and make fun of them. Everyone knew that I was not someone to mess with. Students would move away from me in the hall because they were afraid. Behind my back I would sometimes hear them call me “Billy the Bully” and it would make me feel good! My teachers gave up trying to help me learn. Frequently, I spent time in detention as punishment for my bad behavior. The meaner I got, the better I liked it.
Then after a year or so, I went to live with Shayne and Shawna Anderson, a nice young couple who had no children of their own. They had a beautiful, young, red dog named Trixie. The Andersons tried very hard to be nice to me, but I would not let them.
In their lovely home I had my own bedroom. They gave me nice clothes to wear and a new bicycle to ride. Shayne would offer to go outside with me to toss a few basketballs in the driveway or to go for bicycle rides, but I would refuse. Shawna tried to visit with me. She made special treats for me to eat when I came home after school. Rudely, I would never say thank you. Trixie would try to play with me, but I would just kick her away.
On the day that changed my life, I was in my bedroom getting dressed for school. It seemed like everything and everyone in the world was against me.