July 1995 is almost over.
August is a few hours away.
August will be amazing. Yesterday itself was amazing. I went to church, went to the fellowship, went to High Falls, then wen to Aberdeen with Brad, Michael, and Kenny to eat.
The fellowship was very special. Wayne’s dad John, the current youth pastor, wasn’t having the best day. There is something about John, he knows, he sees. Perhaps he is a red light like Emily and I. We spent some time talking. He told me his problem and what was on his mind. And knowing this was my last Sunday, he gave me some very great words of wisdom. Like he said last year before I left:
“I envy you.”
He went on to tell me how he wished he would have pushed himself so much harder through college. He told me to do it now.
“Do it all now.”
Really, only two or three pages have been turned in my very huge Book of Days.
His story is currently in the middle. And I get the sense he’s not content with his life.
As I was about to leave, Marcus and 13-year-old Chris were just playing around and trying to throw each other to the ground. I said to John, “You see that boy, he is going to be my age one day and you’re going to mean a lot to him. Right now, all he is concerned about is throwing people on the ground, but when he is my age, he will want to lift them up, and that’s going to be because of you.”
John looked at me deeply and said, “Hug me before I cry.”
He held my body so tight. And every fiber of he being seemed to scream out “PLEASE!!”
Please what? I thought.
But I knew.
“Please, do it all now.” He obviously has regrets and he doesn’t want me to.
Two or three pages.
Is that all?
Are nine books really just two or three pages?
My adventure is just beginning.