Matthew 25:40. And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
Oh Friends, would you believe that five o’clock this Sunday morning, when the birds have already begun singing praises to our God, finds me wandering around the kitchen, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, looking for something to munch on, with my trusted sidekick, my urine bag at my side, while the rest of the household quietly sleeps. But that’s the way it usually is around here, and it’s been so easy to get back into the routine. Truly, there’s no place like home! Be it a palace, a hovel, or something in between, if your heart’s there, if that’s where you find peace, solace and comfort, then you’ll indeed be happy and comfortable. Yuh know as soon as I walked through the door yesterday evening, I was enveloped by an aura of peace and comfort. People complain that the same old, same old is boring, and sometimes it is, but overall it’s that same old that really keeps us sane and not pulling out our hair with the crazy, crucial and critical conditions under which we live nowadays. Now, some fifteen minutes later, I’m sitting in my study in the basement, my mind chocked full of all kinds of stuff, writing these words, while sipping a cup of caffeine sweetened with condensed milk. Oh my people, that brings back such wonderful memories of forty odd years ago, when I first began drinking coffee in O’Connor Street in Woodbrook, Port of Spain, while teaching at Fatima College. My Aunt Una would give us a piping hot cup of Nescafe sweetened with condensed to break the early morning gas. (smile) Now I drink it with evaporated milk or just plain black with sugar. This morning though, there was an opened tin of condensed sitting on the counter, and between feeling lazy to look for evap, and feeling the feeling for some condensed, I did just that. But trust me, there’s no better cup of caffeine than one sweetened with condensed milk. Now what else is running around in my chocked full brain? Oh yeah, I have a mea culpa to make because it seems that I’ve thanked everybody for helping me out with this cancer problem, except the group that’s been with me from the very beginning right to the very end; my family. My big daughter ever so subtly reminded me of that yesterday. So here goes mih first born. As Beres (Hammond) says: ‘I hope it’s not too late, but I’m saying it now.’ Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I certainly couldn’t have done it without your kind and gracious help. Not that you all gave me much choice (smile). Thanks for being my worry-warts and for taking care of all the essentials, thus leaving me free to pursue my unworried walk. In any case, you all done know that even if the ole fella doesn’t say anything, he’s always eternally grateful for whatever help you all give. Oh brother, what’s happening here? Like is crying time again? This time though the tears are flowing, though I’m valiantly trying to hold them back. Hope this crying thing doesn’t become a habit now nuh. Once in a while is okay, but two days in a row is a bit much. (smile) And I’d be rather amiss if I didn’t say a special thank you to the Duchess (my wife) for putting up with my eccentricities, because when the young ladies are not around, you bear the brunt Sugar. But I know it’s because you LOVE me a whole bunch, why you married me so long ago, and would do it again today in a heartbeat. (smile) Oh Friends, that smile is mine, because when she reads that, there’ll be a frown and a loud steups instead. But what a way we smiling plenty today mih people! That’s how it ought to be though, for in the joy of the Lord is our strength, and if we are truly God’s people, then smiles a plenty should be one of our trademarks. Thank you again family, for your many acts of kindness. Rest assured that the Lord has placed many rewards in your heavenly account for your unconditional LOVE and help. Remember as Jesus said in our Bit, when talking about the parable of the talents, that whoever does a kindness to the least of these, referring to the sick, lame, poor, hungry and thirsty, does it to Him too, and their acts of kindness will be well rewarded by the Father. Aye Friends, ah think superman tired now yes, (smile) ah going back and lie down, will finish this later. Yes mih people, I’m finally back at ten-forty five, though not as full of vim and vigour as before, but as Isaac Hayes says in one of his songs; ‘A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,’ So I’m going to type it up properly and send it off. That though was pure wishful thinking, cause halfway through, they called me upstairs for breakfast, and after a couple mouthfuls, the wonderful nausea struck, so I had to go and lie down again for a spell. Now finally, some seven hours later, I’m sending it off. But that’s okay, because it’s all to the praise and glory of our wonderful God. Anything done in His name is most certainly a labour of LOVE. Hope it doesn’t sound too disjointed since there were so many breaks in the writing. Till we talk tomorrow, our God in favour, please remember to LOVE Our God, LIVE Your Faith, and SPREAD His Word, because that’s the only way our world will improve. Much LOVE!…with Jesus running our lives…we have nothing to fear…or worry about… P.S. Hope I can get up from here now without too much pain from the incisions in my stomach since it seems that whenever I sit for too long, it’s painful to get up. If you see me, I’m sitting as far away from the keyboard as possible, keeping my stomach as extended as I can. What a life eh! But I’m not worried, for the Lord is good and He’ll look after me. This too shall pass. Much LOVE!
Oh Friends, would you believe that five o’clock this Sunday morning, when the birds have already begun singing praises to our God, finds me wandering around the kitchen, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, looking for something to munch on, with my trusted sidekick, my urine bag at my side, while the rest of the household quietly sleeps. But that’s the way it usually is around here, and it’s been so easy to get back into the routine. Truly, there’s no place like home! Be it a palace, a hovel, or something in between, if your heart’s there, if that’s where you find peace, solace and comfort, then you’ll indeed be happy and comfortable. Yuh know as soon as I walked through the door yesterday evening, I was enveloped by an aura of peace and comfort. People complain that the same old, same old is boring, and sometimes it is, but overall it’s that same old that really keeps us sane and not pulling out our hair with the crazy, crucial and critical conditions under which we live nowadays. Now, some fifteen minutes later, I’m sitting in my study in the basement, my mind chocked full of all kinds of stuff, writing these words, while sipping a cup of caffeine sweetened with condensed milk. Oh my people, that brings back such wonderful memories of forty odd years ago, when I first began drinking coffee in O’Connor Street in Woodbrook, Port of Spain, while teaching at Fatima College. My Aunt Una would give us a piping hot cup of Nescafe sweetened with condensed to break the early morning gas. (smile) Now I drink it with evaporated milk or just plain black with sugar. This morning though, there was an opened tin of condensed sitting on the counter, and between feeling lazy to look for evap, and feeling the feeling for some condensed, I did just that. But trust me, there’s no better cup of caffeine than one sweetened with condensed milk. Now what else is running around in my chocked full brain? Oh yeah, I have a mea culpa to make because it seems that I’ve thanked everybody for helping me out with this cancer problem, except the group that’s been with me from the very beginning right to the very end; my family. My big daughter ever so subtly reminded me of that yesterday. So here goes mih first born. As Beres (Hammond) says: ‘I hope it’s not too late, but I’m saying it now.’ Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I certainly couldn’t have done it without your kind and gracious help. Not that you all gave me much choice (smile). Thanks for being my worry-warts and for taking care of all the essentials, thus leaving me free to pursue my unworried walk. In any case, you all done know that even if the ole fella doesn’t say anything, he’s always eternally grateful for whatever help you all give. Oh brother, what’s happening here? Like is crying time again? This time though the tears are flowing, though I’m valiantly trying to hold them back. Hope this crying thing doesn’t become a habit now nuh. Once in a while is okay, but two days in a row is a bit much. (smile) And I’d be rather amiss if I didn’t say a special thank you to the Duchess (my wife) for putting up with my eccentricities, because when the young ladies are not around, you bear the brunt Sugar. But I know it’s because you LOVE me a whole bunch, why you married me so long ago, and would do it again today in a heartbeat. (smile) Oh Friends, that smile is mine, because when she reads that, there’ll be a frown and a loud steups instead. But what a way we smiling plenty today mih people! That’s how it ought to be though, for in the joy of the Lord is our strength, and if we are truly God’s people, then smiles a plenty should be one of our trademarks. Thank you again family, for your many acts of kindness. Rest assured that the Lord has placed many rewards in your heavenly account for your unconditional LOVE and help. Remember as Jesus said in our Bit, when talking about the parable of the talents, that whoever does a kindness to the least of these, referring to the sick, lame, poor, hungry and thirsty, does it to Him too, and their acts of kindness will be well rewarded by the Father. Aye Friends, ah think superman tired now yes, (smile) ah going back and lie down, will finish this later. Yes mih people, I’m finally back at ten-forty five, though not as full of vim and vigour as before, but as Isaac Hayes says in one of his songs; ‘A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,’ So I’m going to type it up properly and send it off. That though was pure wishful thinking, cause halfway through, they called me upstairs for breakfast, and after a couple mouthfuls, the wonderful nausea struck, so I had to go and lie down again for a spell. Now finally, some seven hours later, I’m sending it off. But that’s okay, because it’s all to the praise and glory of our wonderful God. Anything done in His name is most certainly a labour of LOVE. Hope it doesn’t sound too disjointed since there were so many breaks in the writing. Till we talk tomorrow, our God in favour, please remember to LOVE Our God, LIVE Your Faith, and SPREAD His Word, because that’s the only way our world will improve. Much LOVE!…with Jesus running our lives…we have nothing to fear…or worry about… P.S. Hope I can get up from here now without too much pain from the incisions in my stomach since it seems that whenever I sit for too long, it’s painful to get up. If you see me, I’m sitting as far away from the keyboard as possible, keeping my stomach as extended as I can. What a life eh! But I’m not worried, for the Lord is good and He’ll look after me. This too shall pass. Much LOVE!
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