Last Nights Experience

Last night, I came home after driving 461 miles and drove most of the way only stopping twice. I came home to find two other drivers that I had not seen in quite some time and, after the laughing, jibes, and genuine happy greetings, they proceeded to tell me that statements that I made at a job site were taken out of context and then cast in the worst light possible to the owner of the company from the owners grandson!

At first, I was mad and ready to fight…and to be honest, it still grates on me a little now. I felt bad, not for what I said, but for the way I was perceived. I would never let any of them know that it bothered me as much as it did but I was alone, after the other guys left and I felt like I would probably be fired when the owner came in the next day but before one of the drivers left  he stayed and talked to me for a while, Johnny is his name.

Johnny has been burnt over most of his body and was diagnosed terminal cancer and 3 months to live… 2 years ago! And Johnnie told me he knows he cusses too much, chews tobacco, and will occasionally drink a beer but it is not anything that the lord would not forgive. He says that he might not go to church every Sunday but he talks to Jesus regularly. I look at him and he is simply an inspiration to anyone living and I think to myself that he has got something, I don’t know what, but. it seems to me, the only thing he clings to is his faith. He’ll tell his story tirelessly to be an inspiration because he knows like he knows he knows in his own heart that this must be what he is here for and, If asked, he would take a blood test today and it would show him to be cancer free.

After Johnny left, I talked to Jesus myself and I told him I was sorry for all the things I do wrong, asked him to help me convey myself better to others so that they would understand what I am saying without taking me the wrong way, then said I know I suck at these things but you know, if anybody does, I am trying to be a better friend, son, and father, then I wished him a good night and got in my truck, turned the key and my radio started blaring these words:

The song Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas on a station not programmed into my preset buttons:

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreaming
I can hear them say

{Refrain

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don’t know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

{Refrain
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry (don’t you cry no more)

I laughed and thought to myself…Jesus has a heck of a great sense of humor!

And as I went into the owners office today everything was as though I was talking to an old friend…and the rest of my day went the same way. So if you need someone to talk to Jesus is a great someone. The funny thing is I’m not that religious and usually feel out of sorts talking about those things because I don’t know what the religious extremist are trying to do…control me or force me to think their way. I can not… but I have to say that after my conversation with Jesus I felt better and my situation was better . For those things I am thankful. I know that I am not alone. Peace be with you all.

And in case you might be wondering what that Kansas song sounds like:

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