There Once Was A Boy….

There once was a boy whose father used to hit him. He’d strike the boy when he came home from work, he’d scold the boy for being too thin, too weak, too smart. On occasion, the father would hit the boy with more than his hand, he’d hit him with his words. “You can’t be my son. You look nothing like me. You look stupid with that red hair and freckles.”

Feeling unloved, the boy yearned for something to hold onto. Something to cling to. He had a puppy once, a puppy that was killed when his father let him out the front door into traffic. So, the boy wished for something he could quietly keep to himself, something his father wouldn’t be able to take from him. He dreamed of something he could hide beneath the bed, under his pillow. The boy wrote a letter to Santa Claus, asking for a teddy bear, a plush teddy bear to protect him from the hurt, from the pain, from the dreams being broken daily. Hopeful and enthusiastic, the boy left the letter on the Christmas tree, hoping Santa would see it. Much to the boy’s heartbreak, the next morning, Santa had scribbled a reply. “Dolls are for girls.”

The boy grew up to be a man, did worldly things that some yearn for. He rushed far from his youth by exploring worlds and ideas he would never been allowed when he was a child. Then one day, everything was taken away. He lost his home, his money, his livelihood and friendships and was left with nothing…..but a memory. The boy, now a man, decided he would have his teddy bear. He would make it himself.

For days he worked through the movements, the motions, the face, the dream becoming real again: something to hold and cling to, something no one could take away from him. Finally, the teddy bear was done and the man clinged to it with such wonder, such joy, until the teddy bear looked back at the man’s joyous tears and asked, “Why are you crying, my friend?”

“I’m crying because you’re here now. You’re really here.”

“But, I’ve always been here. In your heart, whenever you needed me. Don’t you remember? You called me a dream. But, if you can imagine me, then I exist, my friend.”

Thank you all for the wonderful emails of encouragement over the last few days. I’ve finally been working through something in my spirit that needed addressing.

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  1. We all have our “issues” Gregory! Some work through them young in life, some later, some never have the chance. It is good to hear that you are able to work through them now and freely admit to having them, as that is the first half of the battle!

  2. I god bless you Gregory, I am so pleased you have such talented writing talents. 😀 You might have a second job now! Go for your dreams. They will come true. 😀 I hope you find a safe place to live for years and years to come! 😀

    God Bless,

  3. Hot tears from reading your words. But mingled with them a sweet joy that the boy/man you were always meant to be didn’t die. Sending bear hugs ….

  4. That’s a really touching story. It is no comfort, unfortunately, to know that there are millions of kids out there living similar sad stories.

    We can’t forget our past, It contains the building blocks to build our future. Even crooked and broken, those blocks can be assembled into something wonderful.

  5. Too many people never find the courage to keep moving forward. Bless you while you continue on your journey and Bless you for sharing your story – you are inspiring others to hold onto their dreams.

  6. It takes great courage not only to remember those old wounds, but to share them. Thank you for trusting us with another chapter of your story; know that it is received with loving hearts. That’s one powerful bear you have made; he will be your companion forever. I have to share one other thing: when I was having my children, I longed for a red haired freckle faced boy! I loved my dark haired boy & girl, but when you wrote mentioning red hair, the old memory came back. My donation is in appreciation of the “how to” Youtube videos you have made. Thanks much!

  7. whine, whine, whine…..suck it up! I think your bear is adorable. I would love to knit him. But can not justify your ongoing “whine” about how terrible your life is. Get a job…there is always fast food restaurants. Granted you are not going to be head waiter, but it will bring in cash.

  8. I love this! You have such a talent for writing, Thank you for sharing! Bring a whole new meaning to your bears! (((HUGS)))!!!
    Your friend

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