As a young boy I went to grade school in Springville Utah, USA. And during recess I would play marbles. Now to those who know not in America we have or had small round glass things colored very pretty. We learned to flip these between the thumb and the first finger and hit another friends marbles. When placed inside a large ring which we just drew in the dirt we each had to put four of our own marbles into the ring. We would take turns shooting these and we got the marbles that were knocked out of the circle. I was very good at this and when in class they would assign us English to learn and I found I hated that so I would trade one of my friends marbles to do my work. I would then go at recess and get back the marbles. The only thing I was very good at when in school was learning how to avoid anything. By high school I found the subject of English to be worse than going to a dentist. I failed nineth grade English so in the tenth grade I was forced to take two classes in English ninth and tenth. The teachers felt sorry for me and passed the nineth when in the tenth grade. On the eleventh grade I had tenth and eleventh to do and the same thing happened they felt sorry for me and passed the tenth. Bottom line when I got to high school and was taking eleventh and twelve grade English I took a note to school that said, βPlease excuse Verl today he is getting marriedβ. Β My wife Shiela did all that homework and she passed the tests and I graduated.
Today I do not know a verb from a noun and trying to learn Spanish they keep telling me that I must learn these verbs. How did I ever get here I wonder. God works in many ways because he did not pick me out of an English class or a writing class I was down at the swimming hole more than I was in class. Just the other day I found these girls here in Colombia had never skinny dipped. Swim without clothes, that was amazing to me but a limited viewpoint is a must if one is to keep from learning.
I think why God chose me was because I have so many friends they must have influenced him in some way. I wake up in the mornings and find it hard to not write something somewhere on something. I love to tell stories and I love to read true stories and I especially love those that have a change in heart in the story. I did not come to God by a change in heart I was kind of lead down the road to him. My dad says raising kids is like hearding cows down a roadway with a fence on each side. He said it is not necessary to make the child follow the middle line but you have to be there to guide them back when they get against one of the fences. I have many scares from the fences but I have a very love toward my parents.
A Messenger,
Verl K.