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Mad Jack: woman beats bad habit

Sometimes, I find myself wanting to step outside of the box a little bit. I don’t know, gentle readers, if that’s what I’m doing today but it is a little different from my usual column. A couple of years back I lost a dear friend. He had three lovely daughters and one especially that seem to find life extremely difficult for someone with such a “churchie” (as she puts it in her book, Smoking Hot Christian) background. My friend, her dad, was a heavy smoker and it cost him his life. She was a closet smoker and hid it well from her “churchie” friends. I’ve know her all her life and never would have expected she ever took a drag off a cigarette.

At thirteen years old, her first born, a beautiful, talented young lady, was killed in a tragic accident a week after she sang “The Rose” at her great-grandmother’s 75th birthday. This song was written by Amanda McBroom of Odessa, Texas. I just wanted to share it with you as the words are so profoundly placed. Here is “The Rose.”

“Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

“I wish I had written it and I hoped you enjoyed it also.Becky did finally beat her smoking habit after four marriages, three tragic deaths and God’s love!”

Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.

I say love, it is a flower, and you it’s only seed.

“It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.

It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance.

It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give,

and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

“When the night has been to lonely and the road has been too long

and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter, far beneath the winter snows,

lies the seed that with the sun’s love

in the spring becomes the rose.”

That’s a great song (poem). I wish I had written it, and I hoped you enjoyed it also.

Becky did finally beat her smoking habit after four marriages, three tragic deaths and God’s love.

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, if ya have’em, throw’em away, I did, so can you and I’ll c. y’all, all y’all. ❖




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