What I've Done!?
A Trip From God
Book 2
Edwin sensed how this dazzling creation of life was far more than what his assumptions and misgivings had created. He shifted in his seat wishing he would get comfortable. The true terribleness that had driven her to make him the target of her unabashed love-hatred of religious purviews was cultivated like a thorny rosebush because of others. It was not of her or even from her, but a poisonous evil transferred through her from sources like Yawdlo, the dark half of God, the first demented preacher spewing fire and brimstone. The flower she was born to become floundered through the treacherous brambles, which allowed her to blossom into the ultimate poisoned rosette.
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No amount of neglect, tainted rainwater, or sun blotted out for weeks could stop her from becoming a rose with acerbic thorns and diametrical petals. He reached across the table and laid his hand on her arm. She smiled, but the turmoil in her eyes contradicted the grin. All the insidiousness fettered her growth and stymied her brilliance, but it could not change her true calling of being a rose or her own person. Her tarnished show of petals was nothing more than an acute attack of cancerous aphids steeped in religion.
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Could she be cured, gifted a regenerative state akin to a time before the poison, before the contagions from dozens of dogmas? A nice healthy scoop of miracle-grow stuck in the decimated soil packed around her fibrous roots—along with chemical free, guilt free, acid free rainwater—would turn back the damage of the religious zealots. Her velvety petals would renew with astonishing results declaring a holy ghost must have aided her grand cure. That would not be the case and she would return to her brilliant soul reshaping itself back into its original form like memory foam. With a small bit of tender loving care, she would be reborn as her former self, an angelic salt of Earth woman deigned for a better life, a normal turmoil free existence.
What is A Grubby Life?
I'm certain that anyone who is taking their time to familiarize themselves with my online world is wondering about the domain name of A Grubby Life.com. Well, they can guess it’s a play on my last name, but it’s also far more than that. I didn't choose The Grubby Life because I'm quite positive there are many of those out there. Meaning, there are many last names of Grubb as well as lives being lived well below the upper-crust and are grubbing out their livelihoods. As I grew up in the heartlands nothing could've been more true, dirt farm beginnings. In Virginia it was still mostly true as I worked at an old textile plant, a car dealership, and a posh horse farm (for very small pay) to name a few. When I joined the Coast Guard, the early years were certainly a continuance of A Grubby life. Eventually making rank took me further up towards that higher on the hog living, yet nothing more than a few inches from the bottom of the barrel. I was still living a very grubby life without a doubt. For my entire life I've been just fine with my status and stature. I fully embraced a (my) Grubby Life years ago on that farm and I will forever embrace it because that is what made me who I am.
I also know that my grubby life is light years above that of my parents as their grubby lives were also exactly that, very grubby lives. When I came to think about answering the question of A Grubby Life to me it means; nothing fancy (at least no billion dollar mansion etc...), hard work, getting your hands dirty/grubby, loving unconditionally (most of the time), and doing far better than is expected of you.
My Dad and Mom did this and I presume their parents before them, and so on and so forth. I've done fairly well up to this point and I've no doubt that all my genome projects will do just as well, if not better. A Grubby Life is me and I'm a Grubb that's damn proud of it. I always have been and I always will be proud to be a Grubb! Thank you Mom and Dad as I couldn't have gotten very far without you...plus the last name helps tremendously.
A Grubby Life