Did you ever meet some one that changed your life, so positively, you never forgot him? That was Mr Wood.
I grew up in a poor neighborhood where we all struggled just to survive. In that neighborhood I met Mr Woods. There were very few people owning the places they lived in, he was one of them.
At the time I was in my twenties and somewhat immature, Mr Wood was in his nineties and had wisdom, like you would not believe. In fact, I was going out with Jorge, a young man I had known since I was thirteen years old. This young man just happened to be Mr woods grandson.
The few times, up to then, I had talked with Mr Wood, I remember being impressed. I know I always looked forward to seeing him and loving our, always interesting, conversations.
One day he came up to me with a book he felt I had to read. I do not know about you as a young adult, but me, I was impulsive and immature. There was much I took for granted, including those I loved, and I thought I knew it all. So when Mr Wood gave me the book that would later influence the rest of my life I gave it back a week later without reading it. The book was a positive Spiritual consciousness book, written by an artist in the nineteen thirties. Though I always loved God I did not believe reading a spiritual book, at that time, would be interesting. The following week I noticed he had given that same book to his grandson, my boyfriend, Jorge.
At the time Jorge was going through some rough times in his life. Having always been interested in reading and a regular church goer, two weeks after he had read the book, his life became much better, all his problems cleared up completely.
I asked to have the book again and read it that day.
Not only did Mr Wood have miracles, books and ideas he shared with those he cared for, he was a miracle himself. He could not see, was almost blind, and had to wear heavy prescription glasses. Every morning, weather permitting, this incredibly bright man walked to the nearest library to research his favorite topics and read. There were times he fell against a post, in the snow, but he got right up, bruised, in pain and continued to the library.
One day I asked him what had happened, when I saw he had a black and blue mark on his face. He explained he had a slip on the ice on his way to read at the library. I asked why he had gone to the library when it was so cold, the ground covered with ice and snow. He explained it was what he loved to do, no matter the weather.
“If it is at all possible for me to get there I attempt it.”
He said. This wonderful gentleman also had a family very much like himself. His daughter Nina, also a scholar when it came to reading and learning was very interesting, I loved the conversations we had, as friends, before I dated her son Jorge. His other daughters Mavis and Carole were bright and full of life. Johnny his son was dashing and a favorite with many of the girls in the neighborhood, one named Sandy, the prettiest friend I had, at the time.
I was grateful I knew Mr Wood and his family and visited often. I was so proud Jorge cared for me as much as I did him. I dreamed of having been born to a family like this one and often daydreamed about it. I believe Mr Wood knew how I felt, I know Mavis did, she once told me how happy she was I was interested in her nephew. I think it was to make me feel at home and accepted.
Years went by, Mr Wood passed away and the days became just a bit darker. But when looking at the clouds I sometimes saw Mr Wood face looking back. In the fall the shadow in the snow seemed to be outlining his footprints to the library.
I missed Mr Woods, I felt like the planet was not as light as it once had been, and as time went by it became a little easier to handle. I thought of our conversations and how wonderful they were and I laughed, how great it was to have had a friend like Mr Wood.
It is because of the precious giving individuals like Mr Wood and those writing the books he loved to read that the world can reveal to us, if we choose to see, as he did, miraculous opportunities, ideas, dreams, hopes and wonders, only limited by our imagination.
I have written, up to date, many articles, eight books and two comedy/drama, one drama, true life, movie treatments. I dedicate all I write to God and Mr Wood.
Is there a Mr or Mrs. Wood in your life, an enchanting, kind soul willing to share his or her wisdom with those around them? I hope so. I have met a few individuals I can honestly say, that has left their imprint and mentored me along my way, several that were homeless, but few ever matched the wisdom and friendship I shared with Mr Wood.
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