it happened 3ish years ago. This all started when a person that i call my best friend in the enitre world set me up on a phone call that changed my life. it was about a car. and a car alone. this was not a call to God or a call for redemption it was a call about a car. not jsut any car but a BMW M series. and i really wanted it. but i didn't have the 12k to buy it. so i had to pass. but the person on the other end of th phone was someone that would change everything about my life. he would change the entire color of my sky and the brighness of my stars.
At the time it was just a phone call from one friend to another. a mysterious man on the other line named Clinton. Dave told me about this mythical perosn Clinton about how he was mormon and to much of my sadness i immediatly didn't like him. I don't do moroms i thought. i don't deal with their narrow mindness, their disrespect for others their lack of tact and their ability to be holier than thou. I didn't buy into this. Now lets get some things straing the only time i have ever delt with them was when some Elders came to my house in early in my youth to talk to my brother. My brother brought them into the house and i was SOOO rude to them by kicking them out. I didn't want them there, my mom said that no one was allowed in the house and that they needed to leave. They didn't fight, they didn't say anything they just left. and i have felt bad about that my entire life. I kicked these people out of my house before i knew what they had to say. but i did.
I look back on my action and i did it more becuase i wanted to control my brother actions. i was king of my house, i was in charge and how dare he think that he could invite these infadels into my house. HOW DARE HE!.. but what i did was not right. my brother was trying to find friends. he was looking for something more than himself and i made sure that he did not get it. I was the one that shuned them from my house. I still feel bad that, i don't know why i am brining it up now, but that was my first encounter with Elders and the Mormon religion.
so needless to say that it didn't go well. not that this memory has even touched in my life until i sat down tonight to start writing this blog. this memory has been in the back of my mind as i had made friends with the current Elders. I value their friendship, not only do i see them as helping me with my spiritual journey, i see me helping them with their life journey. They come from BFE utah and idaho and never seen life on this side of the world. So i am showing them how i love life, how i drink in every breath and soak in every mistake. Showing them just as they are showing me. we are mutual teachers about this life and the next. it is a good relationship, and that is the relationship that i deined to my brother. I am a douche bag in that means, but at the same time, i can't live in the past. Things are done, and my sins will come and revisit me, or maybe they already have.
So back to Clinton and doing the Mormon thing. So for all the equality that i preach all the color blindness and the civil rights love ACLU driven, NAACP back and LULAC facade i jumped to a conclusion that was based on nothing but gossip and misdirection.
so here is clinton the guy who was willing to sell me his car without knowing me. a man i now call family. this is my cross to bear. i was wrong, but i didn't know it until much later in life. so anyways clinton in my head was going to try and convert me right off the bat. he was going to force his book or mormon in my life. he was going to brainwash me as my friends had warnned from back home. But i trust the D. He told me clint was a down brother. he was that mormon, and coming from Dave i trusted blindly. he has never lead me astray. he is my boy, always will be and was my loyal friend before i knew what loyality was.
So dave told me to hang with clinton at the house. and by the house i mean the GREATEST house i have ever seen in my life. The house has nothing to do with our friendship, but they are truely blessed. This is their life though not mine. it is what it is. but this is the story of clinton not the house.
So back to Clinton. Dave took me over one day. He was just a normal guy. Who will become extraordinary in my life. Clinton intoduced himself and his wife to me. Amanda was just as normal as clinton and you would think that "normal" might be an insult or wonder what i was expecting like them having a thrid arm or a glow about them, and honestly i didn't know what to expect. actually i expected the elders from my house many many years ago. White button ups short sleeves and blue slacks... not the guy in the neptonics (plug plug plug http://www.neptonics.com/) tee shirt and the Whats up duder, nice to meet you attitude.
I was taken back, not that i am a person who gets start stuck (but i have had dinner with obama, yeah this is me bragging) but just struck, not like a come to jesus moment, just ok this guy could be cool moment. but behind clint was the car... oh the car. how beautiful in its magesty, how quiet in its power, and how lovely in the way the car smiled at me. I know this isn't a blog about a car..but seriously this car was the bees knees. I love this car.. still.
Anyways this is about clint not the wonderful car. sorry... back to reality. Clint. just a nice guy. he laughed, acted like a dufuss and fit right in with the rest of us. He is us. we are him, now.. the D knew.. and the D is rarely wrong, and when he is wrong, he corrects his mistakes (only to get punched for it)...this is where clinton is the one for me to be friends. we are now family we are not friends, we are not acquanties we are family. i have been to his house, met his blood, married his sister (not in the way you think) protected his wife and helped in raising his son. we define family. we are now and always will be this close. the only way we will go is closer.
but this is why i started the journey with Clinton. He has never ever forced his religion on me. and acutally for a time i thought i was shaking his fatih, oh was i wrong. wrong wrong WRRRRRRRRONG. He is a man of God, and the God he knows. Clint and i have had talks about Mormon. I have been to the church to do events, i have met some of the most wonderful people in life. they have showed me a world of love and life i did not understand in my dreams i was living in a depressed world until i saw the happines of these peopel and this isn't becuase of religion, but just from the actual love of life the actul peace of mind that comes from happines. Clinton showed me this. he brought me in. showed me something that i had found with dave and lost again after wendy. that is happiness. something that you don't just earn you engulf you make your life it doesn't come in an out of life.
ok i am keep getting side tracked. but at the end of it. i met clinton and 3 years ago he was just a guy, now he is my brother, advisor, sounding board, and my loyality. He was the start of all of this. it began with a phone call, where it ends we have no idea. but it is not the begining or the end it is the journey that matters. and this is the chronicle of the journey!.
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