Volume two : Destiny begins

I was reminded by a friend of mine regarding my writings, that i should be careful as to what i write down as many people are reading it and sometimes it's not all about Big j but about the mundane trivial things of life... Redundant or schizophrenic. Point well taken but at the risk of sounding like i'm justifying, i would have to explain the reasons behind.



I'm human. I'm a work in progress. I am weak. I'm not going to say that i did not feel the things i felt, that i wasn't tempted, that I didn't worry, that i didn't doubt, that i didn't falter, that i didn't bleed.. because I experience those things. I stand, I laugh, I succeed not because i can do it on my own, but because help comes my way. I've got winged friends in high places. And eventually, i learn to stand straighter, I learn how to walk, I learn how to run... fast. Because of grace.

I think that the people i admire most are the people who go on with their journey even if they sometimes feel like they don't want to go on. I am a follower of Big J, totally sold out to Him and His strength is perfected in my weakness. This is not to say I don't let Big J have his way, this is to say, I also bleed, but i know that Big J heals. I write, not as one who never got dirty, but as someone who got pulled out of the miry clay and washed clean.

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On to other things...

I've been here in the US for about six days. Already, I had to push away thoughts of me leaving my life behind and starting anew. The day after i landed, we headed to get my social security number. It would take me approximately two weeks to get it.

Then i went to open a bank account. I opened a bank account before, but not with this much amount of money. I mean i usually have enough to buy a second hand cellphone, but the amount i opened the account with, could be a downpayment for a brand new car back home. Big J is blessing me, but reminding me that i will not keep the blessings for myself only. I'll put that into writing in case i forget and get all selfish.

Then i went to car dealers. I said before that all i know of cars are color and number of wheels. But since I had to get a car, I did some research and my eyes were opened to the beauty of cars. And what place to appreciate cars more than right here in the automotive state? I saw a hummer limo. Hummer limo... Whoa. And the convertibles... hanep. So it comes down to this: if i had a choice, i'd pick a convertible or a pick up truck. As they are impractical for me right now, then i'd go for the pontiac g5 coupe or the mazda 3. The yellow pontiac g5 coupe is terribly beautiful that when i sat behind its wheel, i think i saw my name written all over it. It's like me, boots, leather jacket and aviator glasses. That car completes the picture.

Next i went off to sign the papers for my apartment. We went there and it was magnificent. Magnificent. Breathtaking. Awesome. I had a beautiful view of the pond with ducks (real ducks with green necks!!!) and a swimming pool.

Everything felt right. Everything is right. I feel alive. I feel like singing. The other day, I was driving down the road in this old beat up chevy with an african american woman by my side. And that was a moment right there. The sun beating on my neck, the hot wind drying my skin, and the fresh sight of spring was before me.

And a new chapter begins.