Pearls Before Swine: David Who Wants To Play Baseball

 

  

 

Answered doorbell finding this young man, first telling me how he found my yard display so interesting he had taken pictures of it; then admitting the real reason for visit.

 

Claiming to the the grandson of a neighbor of mine who lived just around the corner from me on McConnel Drive, he was selling magazine subscriptions with the goal of supporting a baseball team he was wanting to play with.  He had just graduated from high school; getting ready to start college.

 

Same as with others, again not personally interested in purchasing a magazine subscription for myself but willing to donate a subscription purchased going to a charitable cause; his suggestion being The Children's Hospitals of Atlanta. 

 

How it morphed from this point to one with me writing a check for $210.00 I'm still not able understanding.

 

Then we talked about the signs in my yard briefly, how it was mostly a theological debate I was indirectly trying to have with Emory University; fully aware most of my signs would not be understood by most of those driving or walking by.  I also volunteered how, although labeling myself a radical atheist as an adult, only recently have I learned to realize the fact that the first eighteen years of my life raised by the First United Methodist Church of Prescott, Arkansas, the most impressionable years of my life, it is also possible for me always having been and as well always continuing to be a Methodist until the day I die...

no less than Jesus ever stopped being a Jew.

 

 

David then volunteered, despite being raised Pentecostal, he also had serious doubts about a lot of what he was raised to believed.  Then he said something that sounded an awful lot like the very same thing I was trying to imply with my "IDENTITY CRISIS" sign currently placed in yard that day.  Don't remember what his choice of words were but mine were about it being impossible for anyone, even God in all his Omnipotent, separating everyone in the end into two distinctively differently groups...

HEAVEN vs. HELL.

Just not possible pulling that off in any way fair.

 

 

 

And as I sat on the couch with David discussing religion, could not help but noticing how both his ears were pierced with studs placed in them looking an awful lot like tiny little pearls; how one of the other signs currently place in yard that day also had the words... One Pearl ... written on it.  How strings of pearls have become a metaphor I now associated with ovaries of women over the course of their lifetime only able producing a finite number of eggs.  During that lifetime, some of these eggs will most likely become children.  Of these children born to those women, the string eventually breaks with the children now fully grown now going their separate way.  I have always been and will always forever be "One Pearl" once belonging to one woman.

 

Before leaving, David then asked if there were any other neighbors able directing him to who might be willing purchasing a subscription from him to which I reply along with a laugh, "HARDLY!  They all pretty much do not like me because of my signs."

 

Then I suggested he try that "Useless Green Acre Faggot" who lived next door with his "Iranian Uranium Enrichment Concubine."

 

Then I confessed:

As there was definitely no denying how cute David was, nothing wrong with flaunting it. 

 

They will either:

 

1. eat him up alive

or

2. claim the same reason I had been told by two young men from Better Georgia as to why they were sent away empty handed;

funds were currently too tied up in projects around their home for them being able making any donation.

 

After David left, I immediately felt kinda guilty actually putting David up to that.  The very same reason I was directing David to the "Useless Green Acre Faggots'" home was probable the very same reason David was able getting away from my home with a check for $210.00 dollars to begin with.

 

Would I have done the same thing for a young girl who was wanting to play soccer?

 

Probably not!

 

Suppose I will have to...

NOW! 

 

Otherwise that would make me a hypocrite;

if now knowingly letting a young girl wanting to play soccer leave my home with less than a check for $210.00.