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A Little Sleep, Folding of
I have enjoyed the retired professorís essays to say the least. He has
been able to express very vividly a line of logic that reveals the man
that was behind the curtain, The Wizard of Odd, HWA. Fortunately for the
professor his awakening started in college at an early age. Mine not so
I was raised in the church. When it came time to go to college I was
turned down by Ambassador, thankfully, and instead continued with my
life. This was 1969 and as members at the time will remember all of this
was to end in 1975. So I fell into a career just to be a tithe payer and
started a family. I was intellectually asleep for some 22 years as I
labored to support my family and waited for the pending return of
That all ended in 1988. My wife whom I met and married within the church
was tired of our financial situation. She knew that in order for us to
do better she needed to be educated in a career and get a job. I thought
that this would go away soon and that my place in the recliner was
secure. After all it was much easier to exist in the state of slumber
than to be an active participant in life. My wife thought differently.
As B.J. started taking classes something wonderful began to take place
in her. She began to blossom as an individual. She began to
question her environment, our place in life, and our faith. We started
having stimulating conversations about various topics. My mind was being
challenged and it hurt. I wanted to sleep, to fold my hands and just
wait for the second coming.
After about two years of going to school part-time and continuing to be
a housewife, B.J. started encouraging me to go to college. She explained
that by taking the same classes together at the local community college
we could share the books and save money. Besides because of our economic
state we qualified for educational grants that would pay our tuition and
give us a little gas money to boot.
At first I resisted, then after awhile I agreed to enroll with her just
to get her off my back. My plan was to flunk out and then return to my
recliner. Something happened to me. My mind slowly began to awaken. Our
conversations and discussions were going to a deeper level. I was
enjoying the stimulation. I was learning new things, interesting things
like sociology, psychology, and archeology. My belief system was being
challenged. I was awakening and my friends at
church could see it. Some rejoiced with me, others shunned me.
I aced that first semester. I had a talent for college. I got it. I
enjoyed it. I liked what was happening to me and my wife. Our life
together was getting better and better. Yet I was very fearful. I was
leaving my comfort zone. I was being pushed into the real world and it
was scary, very scary. As a team we pushed on. B.J. eventually got her
Masters in Social Work after 13 hard years. I graduated with a double
major in Graphic Design and Illustration in seven. We both had chosen
fields we liked but that didnít pay too well.
So after graduation came student loans, low paying jobs, grandkids, and
a new life. We left the church with the courage we had developed by
going to school in our forties. We were broke and weary looking for a
nice rut to get into so we could prepare for retirement. We bought a
house trailer and paid it off but still had many debts to dispatch
before we could retire. B.J.ís student loans totaled over $50,000 alone.
Yet we had come so far in a short time. Yet the chains of slumber still
ensnared us. After all it was the easy way. Get into a routine, slide
into retirement. Sit on the porch along the way.
Life has a way of shaking one out of a slumber. As I was slowly drifting
into another type of sleep my security blanket was ripped from me. B.J.,
my wife of 33 years was suddenly taken from me. She was killed in a
head-on collision just blocks from our home. Now what was I to do? As
the dust settled I began to see two paths before me. Continue in the rut
alone, or wake up and begin to live life to its fullest. Again I found
myself in very new territory. I was once again
tossed into the world, but this time it didnít seem so scary.
I decided to find another life partner that I could share life with. I
went online and met a wonderful woman who right from the start
challenged me to open my heart, my mind and my very being to what life
had to offer me. She taught me that it wasnít the scary place that I had
been taught and that life wasnít to be endured but celebrated in
abundance and joy. Such a different way of thinking. I married her.
Once again I had fallen asleep waiting. This time it wasnít for the
second coming but for retirement and eventually death. After all we had
accomplished we had allowed ourselves to be lulled into a slumber. Maybe
it was because the struggle had been for so long and so hard. Maybe it
was because our upbringing engrained in us that life was only to be
endured so we could partake of the ďkingdom of heavenĒ. I donít know.
Iím just glad I awoke before it was too late. Itís really sad that it
took the loss of someone very close to me to wake me up. I thank my new
wife, Chris, for helping me in the process. Never will I allow myself to
go to sleep again.
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