No need to be tense. No need to fake a courage not near as the fear that is there. The workers know the drill. They good at their skill. They see. No need to kill me.
A breath of fresh air to them I am …. ?
To them? I’m a breath of fresh air to give them the courage to go on with their day. From my unique outfit to the numerous bags I deem necessary with me to carry?
A suitcase full with the content of my freezer. I’m on my way to another location. Question holding the bag with my frozen black beans, WHAT IS THIS? The bewildered young lady asked.
“That’s my birth food from Guatemala, would you like a taste?” Out of my child’s mouth came my answer.
The young lady, smiled, put the bag back in the suitcase. Gave me the pass to go on. Next time back at the same border? That young lady spotted me heading their way.
My same bags and suitcases piled up on the cart. Back-pack on my back. Pushing. Pushing. She leaves her welcome stand. She helps me to load the whole thing on the security bin!
Is that not a miracle? Ah! But how we take such grand things as mere happenings in this insanity ridden world where there is no time for these miracles of mine.
But! That’s not the case with you dear Reader. That’s not the case with ye all members of my United Kindred Spirits Unofficial. UKSU, how’s that for short?
All these happenings to me? Miracles not the delusions of my past confusions. A past when? My present was so far then.
My Present? About Delusions? My Own Delusions And Confusions ….?
I’m Fixing To Confess, the major victory I profess. Those delusions and confusions? Only stepping stones to climb up. No regrets. No turning back. That’s the fact.
