So how does this chain of events, I call my life form my identity. What parts of it are most important to me. This particular narrative I have threaded about my life for me illustrates that there is a purpose for my life and that though at certain points, this purpose is hidden, that if one plugs along and doesn't give up, you can be anything you want to be.
My father is the product of an alcoholic home. He isn't particularly educated or wealthy. He is just a humble man that turned his life around when a co-worker told him about this man named Jesus Christ. He cleaned up his act, got married, had children, wrote a prayer for me in my baby book. I am my fathers son. He has preached to me for years, the saint that he is, and at times I rejected everything he preached. But no matter how much I push it aside, the love of Jesus manifests itself in my life again. I am my Lord's servant.
I want to reflect again on that random seating chart in 10th grade Geometry class. If I hadn't been seated next to Aaron I wouldn't have been given the job at the Royal Fork Buffet. If I had not gotten the job at the Royal Fork, I wouldn't have met Aaron's friend who got me the job as a landscaper. If I hadn't been a landscaper and seen the hard life of those men working in the field, if my co-worker hadn't put that novel in my hand--if I didn't read that novel and become interested in literature and enroll in school, if I didn't find my way into the English writing program at the university where I met my girlfriend at the time, later to be dumped--if I hadn't wanted to get away, far away to the other side of the world...I wouldn't have become a teacher.
I am a teacher.
What do I want to be that I am not today. I want to be a Godly man, like my father was for me. And one day I will write in my newborn son's baby book:""Lord, let me raise my son to know you. Guide him and let him grow up to be a man of God. Protect him and watch over him."
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