Again, I find myself at the keyboard wanting to tell the heavens of the thoughts and workings going on in my world.
I am spending a lot of time on a book I wrote years ago called βCheck Mateβ. I wrote this book kind of like a person would write in a diary just to keep track of things. I had no intention of putting it out where others could read it.
I had over thirty maybe closer to forty times in my life, where I walked right up to deaths door and walked away. It happened so many times I began to want to write it down and just count the times it had happened.
Why would a guy go to the trouble of writing a book and not publishing it? Well first and foremost I know that I am just one guy in this world and only friends would care to read and then only a few of those.Β Had a neighbor come by my apartment here and we were talking and I told him about having a pilot license and he said show it to me, I do not believe you have one. That was the first time in seventy-five years I was questioned on my word. When I was a young boy coming home from school one day I found a wallet layng in the road. It was a brand-new wallet and when I opened it up it had five dollars in it and nothing else. I took it home and showed my dad and he did not believe me he thought I had taken other stuff out of the wallet that would identify the owner just so I could keep the money. That was over seventy years ago and I never forgot it. I live my life in such a way that my word is never questioned. I have a saying that if I tell you a roaster can pull a freight train just hitch it up. I was once in an argument and I made the statement βWhy would I lie?β. Bitch (Rich Lucas) a good friend felt that was funny and found that statement to sound hollow but to me why should I lie had value and should be taken as to thinking about the truth of it.
Going back while writing this book I find that I may have told the same thing in it before so I have to go back and check and make sure I have not told the same story before.
Can not speak for others but my own thoughts are when you have faced death this close and walked away things inside your head begin to change as to believes and rather what happened was chance (I laugh at that now) or Spiritual. So, in writing the book I have been telling that which I believe about God and the hereafter. I find I have written a lot about my feelings and maybe so much that I should put the book away as I have always felt and forget trying to tell the story. I tell of flying an airplane and when I get out of the plane I have a hole in the wing where someone shot a bullet and it passed through the wing. That bullet could have came into me or one of my daughters and killed one of us very easy.
When writing about that one-time causes me to speak about God now when you multiply that out I am spending much time in the book telling what I feel and not what happened. Going back checking for the times I told that story I finally decided I should write that which actually happened in red put that which I thought about it in Green then there are storyβs that are true and humorous but not life threating that I would want to keep so I put those in Orange.
Now as I write this I have read in my own words in that book that I do not expect this to be published and so it matters not what I say. Perhaps that is good advice but it that were to be good advice why am I writing this to be put into a web page and who knows who reads that?
While in Nevada I sold a copy of Great Eagle book one for a dollar and Great Eagle book two for a dollar so I can say I have sold books I have written. Other than that, I have made nothing of off my writing so if they have no value why do I write them. Β I get up every day and donβt make money so should I go jump into the sea and drown? I write because I love to write. I love people and I can truly enjoy friendship and the warmth I feel when I meet a friend and say hello.
As I leave my apartment and go outside I pass a desk where the security is and they speak Spanish and each day the humor is so much I have trouble leaving them I could stay and laugh at the situation and enjoy it so much others would think me crazy. That is humor all by itself of course I am crazy what is new. Ony thing that my readers know for sure is what I say is not rehearsed or read off of a milk carton. What I say is what I am thinking and when they read more than one day I smile and enjoy thinking about that. So, with all this blabbering I may set out on the patio and just watch the sea. You may or not read about the near death of this nut.
A Messenger,
Verl K.