By Andrew Scott
Just One Spark
For change, sometimes all it takes is just one spark to see the light of what is right and what is wrong and the right path for change. The fires start out of frustration in the chaos of the land from watching flames of anger burn from broken ditches. Winds can change the direction of the assaulting, slow embers to a calming heat with purpose. Just one will placed spark can change our world from a place unexpected however true to the change.
I was there when the officials arrived to tell my sister and her husband about finding Nephew Pete dead at the hands of his own. It happened on a Sunday. One day we were expecting him. Nephew Pete had just gotten paroled the Wednesday before. Nephew Pete had been in the cement walls of a cell for a little over nine years. I was his third offence at being caught stealing and the first time with a brutal assault. Nephew Pete had habits to feed that got worse over time. Stolen money was the only way. He got cleaned up while inside. Not like there was a choice but over time Nephew Pete became treated as important. He knew how to get things so others left him alone and did not abuse him. The story was he got lost as soon as he got out. Neighbors heard the nightmare from the small room he was set up in. As he walked the streets for work, Nephew Pete found out he was not important in the city. It only took a few days of a new life to show Nephew Pete that he did not like the outside and needed it to end from the inside.
Survived Another Day
Seems the day is crumbling before the sunrise even starts and the motivational coffee is brewed. Smiling perseverance to hold the glow of believing in the kind goodness. Walking to a destination not sure now of arrival due to unexpected barricades that may end it all. Chipper steps need to be taken to sit comfortably and breath in the air of delight. Being led down a road by other's greedy agendas just to make a living where family exists not knowing when it may seize to being. The worries of the home collapsing from the hidden lives of the unpredictable young. Still there is love in the hugs and kisses good night. As we lay in bed after and go to sleep at the end of each peaceful night we dream in celebration as another day was survived.