...in my mind |
In my mind, I go back to my life's early track, before destiny delivered so much of fate's chicane, when innocence prevailed and faith not yet impaled by the consequence of Satan's disastrous bane, before I had been lured to his profane domain, caught up in that evil seine. 'Twas in early September, I distinctly remember bidding parents fond adieu and climbing aboard the plane to gain a bit of knowledge at that distant college. Red dirt roads sprawled across the land like a varicose vein, and white cotton blanket over Alabama plain stoked the embers in my brain. The challenge had begun for this Yankee's son. That thirst for knowledge kept tap-tapping at my brain, but distractions appeared in ways which seemed so weird. When I flunked a midterm exam, I felt the strain. Fraught with fear of failure, I held on and tried to maintain whatever leverage I could gain. The hinge of moment swings from then to now and brings a sense of victory that will always sustain. I shed so many tears and fought through all those fears over the reefs and shoals of that education campaign, until a solid core of basic values remains to prove the fight was not in vain. |