Well, I will start with this simple premise that I am a lucky man, and the people that I consider my friends are so much more. I have been so very lucky with life and even though I have a few walls around me, my friends are bigger, much bigger and it is thru their strength that I excell!

 

The Five minute love Storyof my life

So here is a little story of the heart, one that has never slipped out beyond my mouth. I share this simply because I wish to share it. I think it is kind of a funny simple love story that never grew beyond a few minutes. So here we go!

I often wished that I could be one of those guys who could sit down and throw out a few words and they could or would be interesting to someone out there? And who knows maybe there is some person out there that reads some words I write from time to time and it makes them think about something or someone that they haven’t thought about in a long time. This would be a blessing, and I know that there are people that sometimes write things and when I read them and they often remind me of a lost love or lost ideas of love and friendship. Bringing all this up sort of reminds me of a time when I was about six or seven years old and my younger Brother and I were taking a Bus to Kentucky to stay with my Grandparents for a while. It seemed that this was how my parents got rid of my Brother Edward and I for the Summer. The first time we went was because my Mother had some health issues. And she thought it would help if my Brother and I would be out of town for a little while, so we were sent down to this little place in Kentucky called “Wingo”, I am serious, you can look it up on a map. I’ll wait if you like?………Anyways, one of the trips, I cannot remember if it was the first or the second trip we had stopped at some bus stop in some town in some where and I remember seeing this little girl and she had to be about my age, I may have been Seven now that I think about it?

Anyways, I saw this little girl at the bus station while we were waiting for the new round of people to load up on the Bus’s around our as well as our bus, and my Brother and I had jumped off the bus to grab an Orange Soda for him and a Dr. Pepper for me. I remember that I always bought Dr. Pepper when I went down south because they didn’t sell it up North when I was a kid, and it was my Favorite Soda. So I see this little girl, and I still remember what she looked like to this day. And we had a brief Moment before my Bus was leaving and she was going to catch another bus with her Mom, or what looked like her Mom? Anyways we never took our eyes off of each other while the entire thing was going on, and I wanted to be able to think of a way that I could tell her my name and that there was some way that she could tell me hers. I knew right then and there that this was the woman that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, but I couldn’t even find out her name or where she was going? My Brother and I had kind of split up seats as we met these two older guys and they were really cool, they were like “Rockabilly” but this was back in the late sixties, so I guess they were just what they were for back then. They were really nice guys and they traded seats so that I could sit with the one guy and my Brother Ed, sat with the other guy. Funny I remember everything else except their names?

Anyways, the guy I was sitting with saw me looking out the window at this little girl, and he laughed at me and said “Are you staring at that little girl over there?” and I said “Kind of, I guess?” and he started laughing at me and said; “I guess they start pretty early up North huh?” I just looked at him and said, “I guess so?” I had no idea what he was talking about, all I knew that the girl that was drifting away and I might not ever see her again, and here she was supposed to be everything in the world to me back then. I could tell that she felt the same way because of the way she was looking at me. I don’t think to this day some 30 off years later, I have ever had a Woman look at me like this girl was looking at me! As she boarded her Bus, she held onto her Mothers hand, but she didn’t take her eyes off of mine, and I could see her as she walked down the aisle of the bus. Back then they used to park the bus’s real close back then and one an angle, so you could see everyone on the other Bus. So This girl and I are watching each other and I am trying to think of something to do, and I have nothing, I mean I was only Seven, so it wasn’t like I had a cell phone or a Business card? My parents had always pushed me to draw and write because these were things that they knew I enjoyed doing? So at the last Moment, I got this idea, I took my note pad and I wrote in big Letters on it, DETROIT. I don’t why I did this, I guess in my brain that there was going to be some big Romantic moment where by some twist of fate it would turn out that we some how had gone to the same school or maybe she lived around the block or was the cousin of one of my friends? I don’t know, but all I did know was that I had to do something, because if I didn’t then I would always kick myself for not trying anything.

Well, as I am sure you can guess by this point in the Story that I never did get the chance to meet up with “my 5 minute love of my life”, but at least I tried, and I think that in her heart, or at least I hope that somewhere in her Heart that was a Moment where she remembers a childhood moment where some crazy kid tried to tell her he was from Detroit, and that he wanted her? And that she knew right then at that Moment that all of those Fairy Tale love stories and all of those Romantic Movies she would grow and watch with her Mom, that she had at least one Moment in her life, where there was some crazy Kid who would have jumped on her Bus just to be with her and he had dreamed what life with her for the rest of his life would have been like?

So here I am some 30 odd years later, and I have learned a few things about life or so, but the one thing I think I have come to believe and that is this, there is no time frame for love, and there is no Border for love, and most importantly if you want something, you have to at least try, because if you don’t try, you’ll never have some silly story about some person you saw at a bus stop when you were just Seven years old…..

For the record, often when I am kicking back and I am relaxing and thinking about life and some of the choices I have made, this little tale comes into my heart, and I am still Happy that I did what I did, and I will always Wonder, what ever happened to that Beautiful little Girl?

I hope that life treated as well as I dream I would have treated her!!!