The next scene pours onto Keith and Yamuel are sitting on Keith's red 2011 mini cooper driving and on the road.
"Where are we going?" Keith asked.
"You'll see" Yamuel replied.
A false appearance "abyss" perched on the side of trees. Ando the fresh scent of the redwood forests there was bears that roamed in the distance...away from harm's and the men's way. The wind would be coasting between 1 to four and half miles per hour, Perfect for virtually any outdoor activity.
"I had a bad childhood" continued Yamuel "Growing up with no father...as he became a playboy and savvy with ladies...it propelled me to fill the void in my heart and I would jump into every relationship and end it every chance I got.
Yamuel's voice starts fading in Keith's head as a loud ringing takes over his head...four cars pulled ahead of them , form a blockade and start plundering their way towards Yamuel's car.
As Keith bursts to Yamuel with "Don't.", But Yamuel rolls down his window down anyways
Yamuel nonchalantly asked: "And how can I help you ladies?"
They were four ladies, each with their unique groomed hair...one lady had long locks of hair, the other medium, the other short, and the other pixie locks. With smudged but creative grundgy trademark of eye makeup...coupled with fine tuned contouring on each of their faces..and with half preppy half thrift shop dressing they could've been ready to go to an art's studio recital.
At the sound of the top dog leader's voice they flashed them...luckily though the car from the 2023 recognized danger and enabled the more than 85% dark tint of the windows to cover most of that effort coupled with Yamuel and Keith turning their heads away from them. Then the top dog leader snarled at the two and said "So who will be my jam to my butter?" She cocks her head sideways while lustfully looks at Yamuel and Keith. Chrissy starts doing this with the intention that they both would become stagnant. Yamuel did. She continues with "OOOOh you two truly are the yummy in my tummy." Keith on another point, was revolting but the nausea that started enveloping him had just forced him into staying still and to freeze in spot.
Then Chrissy starts to grope her shin towards Keith while digging her nails onto Yamuel's arm. Keith is already protesting but cannot break free from the protruding shins and her unpredictable strength and swearing like crazy starts to formulate a plan meanwhile. Yamuel cuts in with "Why waste the effort and strip away your dignity?"
Chrissy the top leader, voice cracking, says "What?" She is flinching and the nail freak danger invasion comes to a halt and immediately yanks Keith's shin away from her face so she can stop the groping. The closing in from the other ladies however, starts to grow more intense as they circle their way around Keith and Yamuel. Keith, no longer in range of being groped starts getting his phone to call 9-1-1 but to no avail as there is no signal here in the neck of the woods.
Yamuel says "Why create this pretense of "intimidation" when all is a false attempt to hide what is? OF sacred, of desperate sincerity of reaching people with a personal vision? Of being the existence -in essence, an example-of what the world could truly need more of...which is "love"? Of personal insight on special attention needed that "you feel you are not enough, you are not worthy, you not important" At the wave of Chrissy's hand, she signaled her crew to stop their clawing and frightening invasive behavior. They stopped.
Chrissy replied "And take the long cut instead of the short cut to life? I'm perfectly comfortable cookie-cutting my way with life."
Yamuel comes in with "Yes. The thing with endurance is...the idea that fits more as a practical guidance? You were made to bear the image-commencement rapport with people despite with people always have what said what they are going to say, hear what they want to hear- but in spite of difficulty you can take on the role of being the daughter of God, of an accepted orphan of the great almighty, a blameless sojourner who in the eyes of the king has forgiven you and he needs is the okay and the walk to begin this transformed life journey and denouc--"
Chrissy starts bursting in her tears while taking out the loaded gun that she hide in inside her outfit and puts it into safety mode, the bow and arrow and the arsenal which in the 22nd century is known as an alligator's electric shock she starts laying it on the ground as well. Chrissy signals her coup to do the same. They do.
Chrissy's friends surround Chrissy trying to comfort her while trying to comeback all the while Chrissy saying- "Thank. You." Chrissy hands Yamuel her business card and almost immediately Yamuel understood. Yamuel shakes her hand and he departs. They depart too.
In the car and back on the road with less than 1/2 mile to the actual destination Keith is hammering Yamuel (strong and built) with questions. "What was that?" "What that the work of you witnessing to her?" "Where? You still haven't told me where we were headed and for what?"
Yamuel said "God willing that I was able to witness to Chrissy and her friends...for glory goes to him, amen? I had no clue who they were but I could sense salvation and prayed fervently that God would rescue those who are domed to die." I guess God answer that prayer.
Yamuel continued "So anyways as I was saying I went through being trafficked as a little boy and busted into juvi (juvenile) for stealing on behalf gangs in one of the earliest portion of my life but the redeeming beautiful thing was when I gave my life to Christ, from then on to live a life honoring to my savior, Jesus Christ. I know you are going through rough times, but you don't have to bear your burdens alone, bro I'm here, and also you lay your burdens at his feet. Whether that looks like confessing and turning away from sin or being rescued from shame and loneliness because (of God's crucifixion and resurrection on the cross) or both- may God seat you in his right hand throne ultimately. Chrissy is also an example of a testament of the tearing broken identities to the ground and rebuilding the foundation of identity in a cornerstone, hopefully to Christ. Her business card with a little blurb was a morse code for me of her biography, and glancing at it and recognizing it made me feel even more compassion for her.
Keith was like "Wow, the work of God is so profound, I just remember him when they would honor him in those baseball games. Yep."
Yamuel said "WE are going for a hike, to honor God's creation." At this point Yamuel parked on a clear looking grass spot and unbuckles his seat belt while opening the door, "You in?"
Keith replied. "yeah." And they both head out the car with new determination in their eyes, heading towards the mountains and the propped up plateaus of the surrounding environment.
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