It’s too big to write about. But, I’m not going to let that stop me. That’s because it’s a pretty big thing I’m referring to. The biggest.
Jaden owes his very life to this thing.
Jaden was an abandoned infant born with crack-cocaine in his bloodstream. After his mother’s arrest, he was adopted by Claire—sixty-eight-year-ol
Claire said, “I know I ain’t got forty years to give’im like some young couples, but I’m a good mama, he can have every year I got left.”
Consequently, this “big thing” is the same thing that killed Bob Cassidy.
First, it compelled Cassidy to pull over on Highway 10 to change a woman’s tire. A car struck him. It killed him on impact.
I know what you’re thinking, “What a senseless tragedy.” It wasn’t senseless. All thanks to this thing we’re talking about.
This thing also prompted Betty to adopt three rescue dogs from a kill-shelter. She brought them home and turned them loose on her twenty-acre farm.
“That’s when it hit me,” she said. “I knew had enough room for lots’a dogs.”
So she drove back and adopted several more. Then a few more. Soon, the shelter started giving them to her.
Folks thought Betty was nuts. But she’s not. She only looks that way to people who don’t know about this thing—which often makes normal folks look like their a few bricks short of a load.
Don’t get me wrong, this thing isn’t always petunias and soap bars. This thing can be hard as nails. Sometimes, it causes the greatest pain you’ll ever feel. Even so, it’s a pain worth feeling. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know.
Something I do know:
this stuff is the fabric the universe. It’s the only real thing out there. It’s what makes average people sparkle, and ugly skies look pretty. It gives purpose to death. It brings mamas and daddies together, and makes memories immortal.
The evening news claims it’s difficult to find. They’re wrong. It’s everywhere, even in that breath you just took. It’s in biscuits for crying out loud.
No religion owns it, no government can control it, and it will never be for sale. It’s older than you are. It will outlive your children’s children’s children’s children. It will line the pockets of poor folks, and turn hell-raisers into deacons.
It will move mountain ranges, stop divorces, pay your car insurance, deliver your baby, and it saved a wretch like me. I’m going to write about it until they lay me down.
I don’t care what you name it.
Jaden calls it love.