Post by twilight on Jul 6, 2018 16:17:14 GMT -5
The year was 1909. We were living in Boston. My pa worked at a steel mill. My mother worked in a chicken factory. And I was in 5th grade. But I already planned to drop out after 6th grade and help my Pa in the factory. Help out with money. Money was scarce, and we needed everything. Every single day we saved. My mom could make a penny go a long way. Stews with mostly just vegetables, homemade bread, her bread was so sweet and soft, you didnt even need butter. Not that we could afford butter but you know.
Life was simple back then. On my 12th birthday, two thirds of the way through that final year in elementary. My father and I adv the school we were taking me out, it was common, rarely did anyone go past year 7 in school. There were only 7 people left in my class. The school tried to change our minds, but our minds were made up.
The next day I went down to the mill with my Pa, got hired and started to work. I had never worked so hard in my life. But I felt like I was making a difference. Like I matterred. And that felt good. That felt really good. My fathers coworker named John Patterson was so impressed with me, he wanted to introduce me to his daughter. Infact he was so taken with me, he wanted us to be married as soon as I turned 15. We were both the same age, and I remembered her from school and so did she. We liked each other and upon our first meeting we were both fairly excited about our engagement. 2 days after her 15th birthday and 9 after mine we were married. We lived with her parents, and 2 months after our 16th birthdays we were parents. I was a father too. I was so happy. I had the life I always wanted.
And thats when I hit the wall. Thats when I realized none of this was real. At least not for me. I knew where I belonged. And if I werent careful, I might drag my new wife and new baby girl down to Jeville with me. And I couldnt have that. I couldnt do that. Not to them.
Hell was meant for me, and me alone. I died in the mill 7 months later, days before my 17th birthday. Leaving my wife and new born. It isnt what I wanted. It was what I had to do.
That brings me to Saint Jude. You and I have been friends for a very long time. Though I have known Redd longer. He was part of the inner circle long before there was such a thing. But you Jude, you’re the good son. You’re the one who people look to for leadership both in the ring and spiritual. And yet you shrug it off as if it were nothing.
So I gotta ask why do you avoid it? SFT has needed you to step up and be the one we look up to in the absence of the father. You know who I speak of. But he cant come back. He’s never coming back. But you, like you said yourself. You are still here. So be here. Stand up, be noticed, lead us back into the light.
I know you are the one who asked for this match. And I figure you have something you want to tell me. Something you want to get off your chest? I am here. Always have been here for you. All you got to do is look.
So I guess I will wait for you to see my story and tell me how God loves and god forgives and its all part of his grand plan for me to have left my family. Do you know how I died? Moltensteel fell on me, burned me to the bone. Melted me to the bone. That was pain I didnt need to suffer. So tell me about god again?
Fade to light
Life was simple back then. On my 12th birthday, two thirds of the way through that final year in elementary. My father and I adv the school we were taking me out, it was common, rarely did anyone go past year 7 in school. There were only 7 people left in my class. The school tried to change our minds, but our minds were made up.
The next day I went down to the mill with my Pa, got hired and started to work. I had never worked so hard in my life. But I felt like I was making a difference. Like I matterred. And that felt good. That felt really good. My fathers coworker named John Patterson was so impressed with me, he wanted to introduce me to his daughter. Infact he was so taken with me, he wanted us to be married as soon as I turned 15. We were both the same age, and I remembered her from school and so did she. We liked each other and upon our first meeting we were both fairly excited about our engagement. 2 days after her 15th birthday and 9 after mine we were married. We lived with her parents, and 2 months after our 16th birthdays we were parents. I was a father too. I was so happy. I had the life I always wanted.
And thats when I hit the wall. Thats when I realized none of this was real. At least not for me. I knew where I belonged. And if I werent careful, I might drag my new wife and new baby girl down to Jeville with me. And I couldnt have that. I couldnt do that. Not to them.
Hell was meant for me, and me alone. I died in the mill 7 months later, days before my 17th birthday. Leaving my wife and new born. It isnt what I wanted. It was what I had to do.
That brings me to Saint Jude. You and I have been friends for a very long time. Though I have known Redd longer. He was part of the inner circle long before there was such a thing. But you Jude, you’re the good son. You’re the one who people look to for leadership both in the ring and spiritual. And yet you shrug it off as if it were nothing.
So I gotta ask why do you avoid it? SFT has needed you to step up and be the one we look up to in the absence of the father. You know who I speak of. But he cant come back. He’s never coming back. But you, like you said yourself. You are still here. So be here. Stand up, be noticed, lead us back into the light.
I know you are the one who asked for this match. And I figure you have something you want to tell me. Something you want to get off your chest? I am here. Always have been here for you. All you got to do is look.
So I guess I will wait for you to see my story and tell me how God loves and god forgives and its all part of his grand plan for me to have left my family. Do you know how I died? Moltensteel fell on me, burned me to the bone. Melted me to the bone. That was pain I didnt need to suffer. So tell me about god again?
Fade to light
