‘it’

In abortion terms, “Are you going to take care of it?” or “Are you going to get rid of it?” Said by the male contributor of sperm to a now pregnant female. ‘It’ being the new life.

Along the same vein, ‘it’ can mean an identity or situation.

It happened the other day. Three months ago I installed a sidewalk for ‘friends’ who don’t have much money. They make their money through government checks. Disability. Bipolar. Mental cases. That is the son and daughter of a couple who are old, broke, and almost dead

Saved them about $2000. Installed a ramp, a handrail, fixed the worn and tired slab. Charged $2777.01 The father, Larry, was the one needing the new sidewalk as his health is poor at 90. I asked him if he wanted it smooth or washed aggregate. He wanted the traction and so aggregate it was.

Job was finished. Money paid and then three months later, Cindy calls. Cindy is a sad and sick person. Heavily medicated and filled with dark shadows. She said on the phone, “I need you to stop by and see how rough the sidewalk is It is filled with cracks.”

I said I’ll be right over, and I was.

She met me outside and said, “I was just going to walk the cat.” There was no cat. Just me, her, and it. It being the sidewalk.

The walkway was perfect. No cracks. Beautiful. Just the way they wanted it.

Cindy proceeded to say, “look at how bumpy it is,” and “There is a dip,” and mumbling.

There is nothing to see. Just a sad sick woman filled with shadows.

I asked what she wanted. She just rambled. I asked if she did not like the job. She replied, “No.”

I asked if her parents liked the job. She replied, “No.”

I asked to speak with her parents and she said, “Okay.”

We both entered the home. A home normally busy seeing as it was 5:30 in the evening. A time they normally have dinner.

Standing inside the kitchen Cindy went into the living room and glanced in the direction of her parents bedroom. She said, “They are both sleeping.” Her brother Sam was no where to be seen. Most likely in his bedroom filled with dark shadows.

We went outside. Again I asked Cindy what she wanted. She said, “This is not worth $3000” And there it was… It being, money and greed. You see, Cindy takes care her parents financials. She has the power-of-attorney. A powerful power when dealing with other peoples money.

I smiled as I know greed well. It is a powerful feeling.

So I replied that I would be right back with a check.

Went home, wrote a check for $2777.01 and drove back. Cindy met me and accepted the check. I told her that I only wrote ‘Larry’ on the check as I did not know how to spell their last name. I also said never call me again. To which she replied with a sneer, “That’s okay, you’re moving.” Her glow of greed absolutely beaming.

I drove off a bit sad as that family was once friends. My real friend, Craig and Lori said I was crazy to give them all their money back and that those people were crooks.

Before typing the conclusion of this story there is the mystery of speculation. Did Larry and Nay actually know what was going on? Were they actually there? Did Cindy take the money and use it to supplement her greed?

Or, was everybody at home filled with demons and shadows and were after ‘it’.

Ha!

For me, it is definitely good. For most others, it is a dead baby, a million dollars, wealth, fame, fortune…

For me, it is the power of God. The power to move mountains. Walk on water. Forgive.

My friend Craig says I should go over there and bust up the sidewalk with a hammer. Lori says she is sorry I got screwed.

What do i say? i say writing of this brings me comfort and closure to the situation. A situation where evil tries to destroy what cannot be destroyed.

You see, what i did was to buy an ending to a beginning i have known about for a very long time. I bought an ending to what tried to destroy what is inside.

Of course I will never work for people in this area again. An area filled with a group of people who are, for a term to be polite, filled with dark shadows…

In conclusion, i forgive them for they are not what they can be. They are not yet ready for what is coming and what is already here. I truly wish the best for them and maybe through some miracle or another, maybe they can finally see it…

Meanwhile, at this exact moment the air outside is sweet with the smell of honeysuckle and clear skies And most importantly, there is vanilla ice cream