rms, and looked aroundlike he was born to be there. Frank had his dog. He named him Clay on the spot, offered the woman $2.00 for him, and she said no, he belonged with Frank, that was plain to see, and she could'nt charge for that.
Anyway, on those nights, when we went for those walks I used to always grab the front porch lantern, and take it with, but on one night, the moon was full, and it was almost like dawn outside, and for some reason I did'nt take the lantern. It also turned out to be one of those nights when Uncle Frank wanted to be left alone down to the Creek, and Clay was off somewhere hunting in the night. I got frank settle in on the old dead elm trunk, warn smooth where we all used it as a seat over the years, burnished smooth with the seats of our over-alls, and turned to go. It was then that I realized I had 60 acres of tall corn to navigate thru to get to the edge of the oat field, then I had to cross the corner of the oat field, and cut thru the grove, to come out behind the Machine shed, then cut behind the big chinken coop and corn grinder, around the gas pump, and past the north cattle yard & silo house & feed bunks, to the main yard and then thru the gate to the house, I was too scared to pee. I made to stay a while and chat up Uncle Frank till dawn if I had to, or maybe he might make a fire - and I could sleep there with him. (I never knew just what he did out there all alone all the night long).
After dawdling in the small clearing and skipping ma few stones across the creek, he asked me why I wasn't headed home yet. I didn't say anything - 'cause I couldn't lie to Uncle Frank, and I was embarrassed to tell him the reason I didn't want to leave. Finally after a few minutes he began to laugh, it was a good laugh, like my Dad's, I was suprised for I could'nt remember the last time I had heard Uncle Frank Laugh since he had come back from the War. He laughed, and laughed, and I started laughing too - although I didn't know why - it was just infectious, he was laughing so hard he had tears fallinf down his cheeks from his sitelss eyes. The I started to snort like a pig, (I do that when I laugh real hard - and then we really started up again. Seemed like we laughed for hours. Finally we stutterred to a stop, and were both quiet for a while. I finally asked Uncle Frank why we were laughing. He said he figured out why I didn't want to leave, and it just struck him as funny - in light of his condition, and what he would give to be afraid of the dark. I didn't understand.
Uncle Frank said that He knew I was afraid of the dark, ("Don't worry Sport - I won't say anything to anybody" "And the funny thing is that I used to be afraid of the dark too, and now all I have is the Dark, and I long to be afraid of the dark once again, - because it would mean that I could step out into the light in the morning and see again".
I said I wasn't sure I understood what he was trying to tell me, and he said "Altho you may not completely understand this now, keep these words close and one day you will understand: As you go thru life you will face challenges that will scare you, that will seem impossible and overwhelming and fill you full of dread. Before they can prey on your mind anymore, rely on your insticts, and training, and attack them with all of your strength and force of will.
And this is the important part: What is the worst thing that can happen if your fight and lose - You die in Battle in Honor.
What if you choose not to fight, but rather to stay out of the dark and the shadows, and hide in the house until the sun shines again? On your deathbed will you not have given all to step into the darkness to challenge your fears and banish the imaginary deamons that your mind created to scare yourself, for one chance to walk tall in both day and night?
2007-07-21 14:59:11
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answered by jtrall25 4
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