Signs.

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Signs.
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Why are there signs everywhere? But they have that ability to tell you what to do or where the next exit will be. Sometimes I'm like sheep. I don't want to follow the signs. I am not smart enough to take in the obvious. I remember talking to Donald Duck about signs about jo and about L4 and about waiting for the moment and for the fire and for the steps to then help us all stop evil... I mean, this was during the summer, back when I was a camp counselor in Boring, Oregon. It is called Camp Kuratli. And life is interesting. But how do you know if signs are telling you the truth. How do you know if you are going too fast down the highway of life. Or maybe you hop on the wrong train and that train is going so fast that if you jump off then you will bleed and roll and possible cut open and die. There might be no return. What if I went the wrong way. Or how do you know if McDonalds is to the left, to the next exit of the highway. Can I trust that sign, that feeling, those things, those people, or anything? What if all that is outdated?
My brother (Richard, or Ricky... or call him Rick) trusted the wrong guy once. If that guy is reading this then he should write to me. His name is Wayne. Or at least, that is what he said. My brother is three years older than me. That makes him 26, right now. But during the first several years of this decade, they somehow became partners. My brother graduated high school in 2000. Then he went out to Tulsa, Oklahoma, to do airplane things... he studied.... but then it became financially hard... then he was at the YMCA... and even at The Salvation Army... my brother was homeless for a while... and he had room mates... and he even went on a mission trip to Kenya... but then he got fired from this warehouse.... and somehow ran into Wayne who was starting Godseed... and Wayne said all the right words and everything.... the signs were good... my bro wouldn't tell us most of this until way later.... but would you? I know that I wouldn't want to admit to trusting into the wrong man.... Wayne is around forty years old... but he seem like a nice man.... he wanted to help the homeless in Oklahoma.... and they were doing things... but that is not the whole story... Wayne somehow gt my bro, Rick, his job back... but then would force my bro to use money on the so called ministry.... and it sounds good... help out the homeless... like I am doing now.... which would make you wonder if you can trust me... how do you know if you can trust me.... but back then, Wayne was doing some good things with the money... but then he was using the money to work on his cars... his hot rods... and a lap top... and everything... and my bro already had credit cards... and a huge college debt... and was not buying things wisely... he would always buy full price.... especially when he had no car and couldn't get to stores until years later..... and it was almost like my bro wanted to trust somebody because he was never able to trust our alcoholic dad.... but Wayne was probably worse... and he spent a bunch of money on smoking.... and I am not sure of Wayne's reputation... and then Wayne went out to get married, again... and as I talked to Wayne, a few times, he would pray with me and say a lot of good things about God and living for Him and all that...Wayne talked the talk... and it was almost like he was walking the walk.......... but what would you do? Signs are tricky... but what about wise counsel?.... ok...sorry... and I could say so much about all this...