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What am I going to do with you guys?? Gee Whiz. I'm right here, no plans of leaving anywhere yet, seriously. I tried to escape from this zoo once before. Where did that get me? Uh huh, right back here.
I feel fine, just tired. I've got nowhere to go and no other friends really. The forum has been and is all I've got, I don't know how many years it has been now, but I am thankful for them all. I have some great friends here although at a distance.
The only friend I have close by is the grumpy guy across the alley. Some of you have met him. He wouldn't be a person I would normally allow into my inner circle anyway, since if you are not filled with some measure of honesty and integrity, I'd rather pass. There are enough folks out there just waiting to take advantage of you or take advantage of your goodness, it has happened time after time to me. I have been so hurt by this in the past and wanted to grow bitter just like the grumpy one. I see what his life turned into, that's not for me if I can help it. God told me to love him with all I've got so I will just keep trying. He is the hardest soul I've ever chased after trying to drop a tiny seed of hope for him in there somewhere. Why God does this to me, I'll never know, but he seems to save the most hurt and hardest ones for me. Seriously it seems just like that. He has lead me to hard core guys like Hell's Angels, Drug addicts, Alcoholics, the Homeless and Hungry, Murderers, you name it, all kinds of people. You can't even reach these kind of people unless you have been there, done that. I have. They won't listen or even give you a chance, and will pound you to pulp to teach you a lesson for even daring to try it. Guess I will just go ahead here... I've been knocked out cold, beat up a couple times, seen my own blood spray fly through the air and I had to just stand there. I'm no Super Hero, believe me. I am a chicken, would much rather run and never put myself in such a place. But God would whisper in my ear, "Like a lamb before the slaughter, He opened not his mouth" You know, like Jesus did for us all. One time and I don't share these things lightly, a guy beat on me in a dark alley where only the worst kind of things happen in San Diego for 45 minutes, each time I hit the ground and he was bigger than me believe it or not, I just dragged my sorry A** up once more and he did it again. I think he must have finally just walked away in frustration. But if he later met the Christ I did, it's all good, all good. In Salinas, California I moved right into the very center of (with a couple of other like minded fools, haha) moved and lived mind you, smack dab in the middle of sin filled drug and prostitute filled Old Chinatown! This was a bad place, and there would be car after car lined up all night long like they were in a parade or something partaking in the wickedness especially on the weekend. Even a prostitute beat me up one night swinging her purse at me with something real heavy and hard in it (a brick) hitting me in the head, stunning me and I dropped to the ground. But listen to this!! Who did she come to banging on the door with everything she's got one time, the exact same girl, at 3am in the morning fearing her life and wanting to get to Monterey immediately. Me!!! And of course I took her the 50 mile round trip there and back home again. When she had hit me, weeks before, I was standing up and on a little old wooden Pepsi crate, on a Friday night, on the corner, preaching to the lineup of cars slowly cruising by and had no other direction to go by but by me..haha. Amazing how God works sometimes, but He always has a plan. If that girl later met Christ, job done and well well worth it. Even my own boss drove by that same night, was shocked when he saw who was on that "soapbox preaching" I saw the reaction on his face, next day he was so ashamed of himself, he couldn't look me in the face. True Fact. I Gotcha!! Well Jesus in me did, but ha ha all the same. Now if you look at me and see littletommy, I FAILED miserably, but if you see Jesus, my mission is complete, and he can touch you too, just like he did me. And look at me, I'm just a baby faced punk "Wanta Be, Wish I Was" kind of guy. I am, really. That Avatar fits me so well and it's just a kid who's mom or dad painted makeup on his face. But it's me in my heart.
Truth really be known, I'm after and have been after all of you, anybody who I could maybe get their attention from and listen even slightly. If I get a chance, even a tiny chance, I'm going to drop a tiny tiny seed of hope in your heart too, no matter what it costs me in the long run. If he can do it for me, he can do it with you. It's what I do and have become over the years and only three people know what I've been through here on this forum, one couple who I love dearly, and one gal out there somewhere, also on the forum. I stand amazed, really I do, of what God called me to do and what I've become in 50 years. I am a teacher, a preacher, an evangelist, gifted and called by God Soul-Winner for Him, so I'm not going anywhere if I can help it, I still have work to do here. So watch out, I'm sneaky, real sneaky, and if you give me a chance, I'll get you too!! What Ever the cost may be. I wish the ol "Judge" is out there somewhere and see's this. He'd understand most all of this having gone through a lot of this himself. I really admire that guy and it takes a whole lot to impress me, it does, and not many do.
And Brian, TW-Brian, don't think I didn't see what you just did because I did. You didn't have to, I'm alright bro, really I am.
OK, a question for Any Body out there. Does anyone know what the Number 1 rule is to be a part of the San Francisco Hell's Angels? I do and here it is. Don't rake and extend your bike out too too far because Choppers can be very hard to steer and the streets there are narrow and when you have to get away quick, I mean, real real quick, and the coppers are chasing you and the gang and you must get away fast, you have no time at all to have to stop the bike, push backwards with your feet, complete the turn and blast away again.
😇 < LT
I feel fine, just tired. I've got nowhere to go and no other friends really. The forum has been and is all I've got, I don't know how many years it has been now, but I am thankful for them all. I have some great friends here although at a distance.
The only friend I have close by is the grumpy guy across the alley. Some of you have met him. He wouldn't be a person I would normally allow into my inner circle anyway, since if you are not filled with some measure of honesty and integrity, I'd rather pass. There are enough folks out there just waiting to take advantage of you or take advantage of your goodness, it has happened time after time to me. I have been so hurt by this in the past and wanted to grow bitter just like the grumpy one. I see what his life turned into, that's not for me if I can help it. God told me to love him with all I've got so I will just keep trying. He is the hardest soul I've ever chased after trying to drop a tiny seed of hope for him in there somewhere. Why God does this to me, I'll never know, but he seems to save the most hurt and hardest ones for me. Seriously it seems just like that. He has lead me to hard core guys like Hell's Angels, Drug addicts, Alcoholics, the Homeless and Hungry, Murderers, you name it, all kinds of people. You can't even reach these kind of people unless you have been there, done that. I have. They won't listen or even give you a chance, and will pound you to pulp to teach you a lesson for even daring to try it. Guess I will just go ahead here... I've been knocked out cold, beat up a couple times, seen my own blood spray fly through the air and I had to just stand there. I'm no Super Hero, believe me. I am a chicken, would much rather run and never put myself in such a place. But God would whisper in my ear, "Like a lamb before the slaughter, He opened not his mouth" You know, like Jesus did for us all. One time and I don't share these things lightly, a guy beat on me in a dark alley where only the worst kind of things happen in San Diego for 45 minutes, each time I hit the ground and he was bigger than me believe it or not, I just dragged my sorry A** up once more and he did it again. I think he must have finally just walked away in frustration. But if he later met the Christ I did, it's all good, all good. In Salinas, California I moved right into the very center of (with a couple of other like minded fools, haha) moved and lived mind you, smack dab in the middle of sin filled drug and prostitute filled Old Chinatown! This was a bad place, and there would be car after car lined up all night long like they were in a parade or something partaking in the wickedness especially on the weekend. Even a prostitute beat me up one night swinging her purse at me with something real heavy and hard in it (a brick) hitting me in the head, stunning me and I dropped to the ground. But listen to this!! Who did she come to banging on the door with everything she's got one time, the exact same girl, at 3am in the morning fearing her life and wanting to get to Monterey immediately. Me!!! And of course I took her the 50 mile round trip there and back home again. When she had hit me, weeks before, I was standing up and on a little old wooden Pepsi crate, on a Friday night, on the corner, preaching to the lineup of cars slowly cruising by and had no other direction to go by but by me..haha. Amazing how God works sometimes, but He always has a plan. If that girl later met Christ, job done and well well worth it. Even my own boss drove by that same night, was shocked when he saw who was on that "soapbox preaching" I saw the reaction on his face, next day he was so ashamed of himself, he couldn't look me in the face. True Fact. I Gotcha!! Well Jesus in me did, but ha ha all the same. Now if you look at me and see littletommy, I FAILED miserably, but if you see Jesus, my mission is complete, and he can touch you too, just like he did me. And look at me, I'm just a baby faced punk "Wanta Be, Wish I Was" kind of guy. I am, really. That Avatar fits me so well and it's just a kid who's mom or dad painted makeup on his face. But it's me in my heart.
Truth really be known, I'm after and have been after all of you, anybody who I could maybe get their attention from and listen even slightly. If I get a chance, even a tiny chance, I'm going to drop a tiny tiny seed of hope in your heart too, no matter what it costs me in the long run. If he can do it for me, he can do it with you. It's what I do and have become over the years and only three people know what I've been through here on this forum, one couple who I love dearly, and one gal out there somewhere, also on the forum. I stand amazed, really I do, of what God called me to do and what I've become in 50 years. I am a teacher, a preacher, an evangelist, gifted and called by God Soul-Winner for Him, so I'm not going anywhere if I can help it, I still have work to do here. So watch out, I'm sneaky, real sneaky, and if you give me a chance, I'll get you too!! What Ever the cost may be. I wish the ol "Judge" is out there somewhere and see's this. He'd understand most all of this having gone through a lot of this himself. I really admire that guy and it takes a whole lot to impress me, it does, and not many do.
And Brian, TW-Brian, don't think I didn't see what you just did because I did. You didn't have to, I'm alright bro, really I am.
OK, a question for Any Body out there. Does anyone know what the Number 1 rule is to be a part of the San Francisco Hell's Angels? I do and here it is. Don't rake and extend your bike out too too far because Choppers can be very hard to steer and the streets there are narrow and when you have to get away quick, I mean, real real quick, and the coppers are chasing you and the gang and you must get away fast, you have no time at all to have to stop the bike, push backwards with your feet, complete the turn and blast away again.
😇 < LT
