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Book One:
LIFE LESSONS AND HOPES, A BOY GROWS UP IN BALTIMORE
Description of Book:
THE TRUE VALUE OF WASHINGTON, JEFFERSON, LINCOLN, AND SO MANY MORE IS NOT WHAT WE WERE TAUGHT.
As a lawyer practicing law in Baltimore for 40 plus years defending the poor, it came to me, the people, with me day to day, not appearing important, are the real heroes of my life, not the heroes of the history books.
Growing up I was taught of the great men of history. Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Caesar, Jesus, and Moses, among many more, demanded attention especially come test time. They were the paradigm of good behavior, the leaders of the good life, I was told.
It occurred to me that the people in my life, most important, most influential, and most impactful, were not the men of the books but my mother and father, uncles, aunts, teachers, neighbors, friends, even family pets.
Working day to day, moving among many, strangers entered my life becoming more than strangers. Important, influential and impactful, they became.
Many of these people are gone now but their impact lives on. I am who I am because of these people making their lives no less worthy than the stories of the dead of the history books.
Their stories should be told.
The first story is about the day after the day my father died when I came to understand his true worth and influence on life. Following is the story of Howard, a brother-in-law, whose values handed down by his mother and father, helped mankind to come together in a unity rare to the ages.
Then there is the story of Samuel and his wife, Patricia, facing the challenges of growing up in the America of the sixties with its civil rights, poverty and war issues, seeing within his family a struggling yet enduring American Dream.
Lastly is the story of George, a young child arriving in this world in 1907 picking cotton in Arkansas, no different than his slave ancestry, but with the help of a modern-day Moses, Abraham and Joshua, George finds freedom and prosperity in the East.
No doubt, you, the readers, have the same experiences. These are mine which I share.
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Read Sample:
The Day I Met Moses
Common to these people coming to America, from the man avoiding religious persecution to the man avoiding the hangman’s rope, was on the day they departed from their home for America they awoke knowing where they will be at the end of the day. They awoke in the morning, ate their breakfasts, packed their things, and said goodbye to their families, loved ones and friends. Perhaps even a hope lived deep in their souls that one day they will see their families again.
Others, in a land far away, started their days working and caring for loved ones, hunting for food in the forest to feed their families, collecting firewood or water from the stream for breakfast and ended up in America. A way of life, a good way of life, having been for centuries, ended in one day.
They joyfully started their day thinking of being home that night with their families not knowing it will end with them being chained to the belly of a slave ship heading for an unknown world painfully and fearfully doubting of seeing ever home and family. Being chained with hundreds of men and women, they did not understand the future of the auction block in the harbor of Annapolis in America.
One morning there walked a father, a mother, a sister, a brother, a grandparent, but come evening the walk was no more. Unlike those from Siberia, Ireland, Poland and elsewhere, these people of the far away land did not possess the need, the desire, to leave in search of a place in which to live, a place to worship as they pleased, to survive to another day. They had their homes, the homes of their ancestors.
Each, be slave or European, traveled the same ocean in vessels moved by the wind. This much they possessed in common.
For Europeans who came to the ports of the American East coast to avoid the rope of the hangman, or to worship their God as they pleased, the trip did not measure up to the description of the first-class traveler described by Dickens. Many died. Many became sick after eating rotten and poisonous food. Most experienced harsh conditions. For many, certainty in the future did not exist.
To the slave in the belly of the ship the ocean presented as the same with its vastness, winds, and storms. Like their European brothers they prayed to their God. But the similarities ended there.
For the slave a view of the sea, the beauty of the rising and setting sun, the moon once admired with family and that special person, and the feel of the wind in his hair no longer did he possess. Worse still, hope of someday possessing these did not exist.
For the slave, the trip became long and rough with little food and what food there was became rotten and filled with worms. He laid in human waste and dirt with no fresh water if any water at all. The days in the belly of the slave ship became days where the only goal was to survive the day.
One thought, that is to live another day, consumed their thinking becoming the motivation in all they did. Many did not survive the trip and thrown over the side to be eaten by the fish. For many, the day started with the gathering of wood to cook the morning breakfast ended being fed to the fish of the ocean.
Upon arrival, the European faced uncertainty of where he may work or sleep that first night. To the man chained to the belly of the slave ship, upon his arrival in a land unknown to him, he stood on a block, often naked, in Annapolis to be sold to a well-dressed Christian man to do that of which he had no idea.
This story is not about one of those who made and survived this journey in the belly of the slave ship. It is of a future grandchild of one of those who went out in the morning to gather berries and collect wood for the breakfast fire to end on the auction block in the City of Annapolis. Sold to the white man to pick tobacco or cotton in Virginia, Carolina, or even worse sugar deep in the South.
His name was George.
Amazon.com: Life Lessons and Hopes: A Boy Grows Up In Baltimore: 9798878028660
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