I would like to warn you before hand I am just venting some frustration. So if this seems like a rant it just might be one and if you don’t feel like reading it stop right now.
I’m frustrated and if I don’t get this off my chest I feel that I will just keep milling it over and over and over again in my mind. Now I warn you that I’m a churchgoer and have been washed in the blood of Christ. I’m not zealot about it so don’t worry about me shoving the bible down your throats. I must also tell you that normally I am a very calm person maybe not collected but, calm 96.4% of the time. There I was church parking lot just minding my own business helping people park. Now this kid lets just call him kid “B” pretty young maybe five or six runs over with another kid maybe six or seven lets call him kid “J.” The two of them begin to play alittle ball in Kid J’s backyard which is on the churchs right. That in it’self didn’t bother me but, still I kept on eye on them. Well the father of Kid B wanted him back over by the church so the pastor of my church has me go retrieve kid B. Being the good little person I am(seethes in sarcasm) I go to get kid B yelling his name. Being who I am I decide to go to front of the house. Now it’s time to inform you of alittle tip bit of information. Kid J either has downs syndrome or is bi polar one or the other everyone knows this fact including myself. Kid J also knows me and is normal a sweet kid bit clingy but sweat. I get to side yard and ask Kid B to come with me. Kid J picks up a brick and says if I remember right. “get off my lawn a**hole” he says a few other choice words. Mind you this doesn’t bother me as I know the kid has medical condition. The brick is still aimed at me as I ask kid B to come with me. Now mind you kid B also knows me. Then kid J threatens to throw the brick at my lower area. I tell kid J I’m gonna leave as long as kid B comes with me. Then off all things Kid J chucks the brick at me. Now in the back of my mind my instincts told me to bash, beat, crush, rip, and destroy Kid J in pieces. In those two seconds after the brick tore at my arm all of that and more went through my mind most of it where various ways to rip the kid J apart with my hands. Mind you the brick merely pealed the skin on my forearm and palm. After the two seconds my fist opened when my better side took over and I realized that the had troubled home and mental problems. Simply smiling I took a step foreward and they dashed back toward the church. Shaking my head I went back to directing people on where to park.
Well that was part one of my little two part rant part two is just below and if you don’t want to continue reading stop right now.
Ah my troubles didn’t end the troubles with Kid J and Kid B where over as they didn’t bother me again they had most likely forgotten the event. As I finally got inside the service was nerely half way over. That in itself didn’t bother me didn’t feel really like singing mind you I would of. As the preaching was about to begin I ran my fathers bible back to him. After the service we all climbed in the van to head to our various homes. At the time I had thought he had brought it to the van so didn’t become a bother till he said something about forgetting his bible. That had happened before so I wasn’t to worried. We arrived at the pastor’s house to drop off the van. He told me I had forgotten his bible so I told him I gave it to him. When I had said that he told me to go look for it in the van, which he knew it wasn’t in. Being the obedient little child I went and searched knowing full well that it wasn’t in there. After a minute or two of searching he opened the driver side door. And told me that I did give it to him during the singing but, had asked me to search for it. I think and I’m probably right on this he just wanted to make a point about it being my responsibility to gather the bibles and take it to the vehicle. Oh wanted so bad to tell him I had given it to him so he could take it out on his own! So I just looked at him and said nothing accept sure. We left the pastor’s and now I’m here writing this little rant to vent my frustration.
Take this rant how ever you want to take it I don’t care.
I’m frustrated and if I don’t get this off my chest I feel that I will just keep milling it over and over and over again in my mind. Now I warn you that I’m a churchgoer and have been washed in the blood of Christ. I’m not zealot about it so don’t worry about me shoving the bible down your throats. I must also tell you that normally I am a very calm person maybe not collected but, calm 96.4% of the time. There I was church parking lot just minding my own business helping people park. Now this kid lets just call him kid “B” pretty young maybe five or six runs over with another kid maybe six or seven lets call him kid “J.” The two of them begin to play alittle ball in Kid J’s backyard which is on the churchs right. That in it’self didn’t bother me but, still I kept on eye on them. Well the father of Kid B wanted him back over by the church so the pastor of my church has me go retrieve kid B. Being the good little person I am(seethes in sarcasm) I go to get kid B yelling his name. Being who I am I decide to go to front of the house. Now it’s time to inform you of alittle tip bit of information. Kid J either has downs syndrome or is bi polar one or the other everyone knows this fact including myself. Kid J also knows me and is normal a sweet kid bit clingy but sweat. I get to side yard and ask Kid B to come with me. Kid J picks up a brick and says if I remember right. “get off my lawn a**hole” he says a few other choice words. Mind you this doesn’t bother me as I know the kid has medical condition. The brick is still aimed at me as I ask kid B to come with me. Now mind you kid B also knows me. Then kid J threatens to throw the brick at my lower area. I tell kid J I’m gonna leave as long as kid B comes with me. Then off all things Kid J chucks the brick at me. Now in the back of my mind my instincts told me to bash, beat, crush, rip, and destroy Kid J in pieces. In those two seconds after the brick tore at my arm all of that and more went through my mind most of it where various ways to rip the kid J apart with my hands. Mind you the brick merely pealed the skin on my forearm and palm. After the two seconds my fist opened when my better side took over and I realized that the had troubled home and mental problems. Simply smiling I took a step foreward and they dashed back toward the church. Shaking my head I went back to directing people on where to park.
Well that was part one of my little two part rant part two is just below and if you don’t want to continue reading stop right now.
Ah my troubles didn’t end the troubles with Kid J and Kid B where over as they didn’t bother me again they had most likely forgotten the event. As I finally got inside the service was nerely half way over. That in itself didn’t bother me didn’t feel really like singing mind you I would of. As the preaching was about to begin I ran my fathers bible back to him. After the service we all climbed in the van to head to our various homes. At the time I had thought he had brought it to the van so didn’t become a bother till he said something about forgetting his bible. That had happened before so I wasn’t to worried. We arrived at the pastor’s house to drop off the van. He told me I had forgotten his bible so I told him I gave it to him. When I had said that he told me to go look for it in the van, which he knew it wasn’t in. Being the obedient little child I went and searched knowing full well that it wasn’t in there. After a minute or two of searching he opened the driver side door. And told me that I did give it to him during the singing but, had asked me to search for it. I think and I’m probably right on this he just wanted to make a point about it being my responsibility to gather the bibles and take it to the vehicle. Oh wanted so bad to tell him I had given it to him so he could take it out on his own! So I just looked at him and said nothing accept sure. We left the pastor’s and now I’m here writing this little rant to vent my frustration.
Take this rant how ever you want to take it I don’t care.