What a wonderful gift from our Maker is the human mind-
I can recall as if it were yesterday, growing up in the
brush country of south Texas.
The two hour school bus rides, leaving home an hour before first light in the winter in order to catch the bus.
No computers, no video games, no playmates...it was just my younger brother and myself.
I was the reader of the two. My books opened whole new vistas for my mind to explore. Many nights I would set up late into the night reading aloud to my brother.
He caught the fever, also; and became an insatiable reader
which he remained for the rest of his life.
Home was a place to get away from, the drinking, arguing, hard work for no pay. I enlisted in the U. S. Army at the age of seventeen. By the time I was twenty I had been halfway around the globe, discovered the wonderful difference between boys and girls, and picked up about every vice common to man.
I can go back in an instant to the wild, beautiful Painted Desert, the Meteor Crater, living in a bunkhouse, going to
town once a month whether I needed to or not. Living from a suitcase, hitch-hiking the Southwest with a bedroll, suitcase, and a saddle. Sleeping under the stars, making coffee in a can. You know? I ate so many Pork and Beans
that I still donít care for them. Of course there were the days
in the saddle in fourteen below weather, the driving rain and the slicker which always contrived to leak.
The fights. Those I won, and those I lost. and of course those I won, but still lost. Small town jails, small town bars,
small town cops.
But most of all...the freedom. No boss. No bills. No responsibility. Many times if I couldnít get a ride in the direction I was going, Iíd just cross the road and go the other direction. Never having any place that I HAD to be.
THAT WAS THE LIFE.
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