I
Life would never be an easy expedition for John Watson. He had no physical impairment; he could read the most brilliantly written journals, he could smell the fragrance of elegant bouquet of roses, he could listen to the enthusiastically played music, he could enjoy the cordon bleu cuisines, and he could croon a sentimental tune. Yet, he had been stumbling through his way up till to the point where he was. Having driven by the unspeakable distress, he thought of setting himself free- Free from every single suffocating constrains. It was not an ABC for John Watson to step into a debate team, especially when he was a dyslexic speaking sufferer. The excitement of tasting new flavor experience became the sole inspiration of John Watson. Deep in the bottom of his heart, he always knew that his participation would be looked as a joke when there were countless of genuine debaters joining the exhilarating battle of minds. Throughout the whole enervating of debate training, John Watson was terribly lost. Sadly, there was no one to comfort him and no one was there to give him a portion of encouragement during the sorrow moments. Neither angel nor his respectful couch offered him any constructive guidance. John Watson did not really mean to break off his commitment towards the debate team members, his ultimate purpose was to test how much did he mean to his friends and couch. And he had been given an extremely heartbreaking response. Terribly disappointed, John Watson kept his dream of becoming a well-trained debater. All the more, he collected the pieces of his abruptly smashed heart and continued walking on the thorny journey. While life seems so meaningless in his view, until he met a quiet boy with a mockingbird in the rain, “ There must be more than this, my days when I’m still breathing…” he murmured.
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Life would never be an easy expedition for John Watson. He had no physical impairment; he could read the most brilliantly written journals, he could smell the fragrance of elegant bouquet of roses, he could listen to the enthusiastically played music, he could enjoy the cordon bleu cuisines, and he could croon a sentimental tune. Yet, he had been stumbling through his way up till to the point where he was. Having driven by the unspeakable distress, he thought of setting himself free- Free from every single suffocating constrains. It was not an ABC for John Watson to step into a debate team, especially when he was a dyslexic speaking sufferer. The excitement of tasting new flavor experience became the sole inspiration of John Watson. Deep in the bottom of his heart, he always knew that his participation would be looked as a joke when there were countless of genuine debaters joining the exhilarating battle of minds. Throughout the whole enervating of debate training, John Watson was terribly lost. Sadly, there was no one to comfort him and no one was there to give him a portion of encouragement during the sorrow moments. Neither angel nor his respectful couch offered him any constructive guidance. John Watson did not really mean to break off his commitment towards the debate team members, his ultimate purpose was to test how much did he mean to his friends and couch. And he had been given an extremely heartbreaking response. Terribly disappointed, John Watson kept his dream of becoming a well-trained debater. All the more, he collected the pieces of his abruptly smashed heart and continued walking on the thorny journey. While life seems so meaningless in his view, until he met a quiet boy with a mockingbird in the rain, “ There must be more than this, my days when I’m still breathing…” he murmured.
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II
No one would ever believe that, even Amy McGee herself couldn’t believe that John Watson was the one; a thief who had successfully stolen her heart, an intruder who dashed into her without alarm. That was the first time where Amy McGee saw John Watson debating with sparking passion and bellyful of conviction even his inborn speaking disorder couldn’t put off the fire of his enthusiasm towards the battle of minds. Amy McGee had been attending to the same church as John Watson. She first met John Watson at World Harvest Church but she did not really put him in her memory box as he is unnoticeable in term of his appearance. And this was one of the common things they were sharing- insignificance. Ever since Amy McGee had discovered the presence of this aspiring debater, she gradually witnessed his mushrooming inner beauty. The more she knew about him, the more she couldn’t hold herself from falling for him, and the more she knew that he was simply too unreachable for her. He was as if like an eagle, waiting for an appropriate time to spread his wings and soar high in the blue sky. Samantha Best was the other eagle in World Harvest Church, a talented musician possessing a remarkably outstanding elegance. She was the dedicated debater like John Watson, both pursuing an astonishing zeal in minds’ wars. They were flying under the same remarkably spacious sky. When the time she saw the sparkles out of John Watson and Samantha Best’s debates, Amy McGee knew that she would only be the third person who would never had a chance to squeeze in between. It was always an anguished moment while we set our eyes on someone or something which already been marked of ownership, Amy McGee knew that it was time to let go the jewel whom did not belong to her. “Let’s the wind blow off the aroma of the blossomless love. From now onwards, Jesus will be my only lover…” Amy McGee shouted aloud in her heart.
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III
Samantha Best threw her drained-out body onto her comfy bed. It had been a torturing week with overloaded undone assignments and unrevised text books due to the hellish debate training. Debate was once her whole universe, the main source of her secret satisfaction when the time she saw the defeated faces of her opponents. It had been a great time for her by standing on top of all and always be acknowledged as No.1. She created the most wonderful melodies while she let her delicates fingers dancing on the piano keys. Her angelic voice melted every stony hearts, except for one person- Orson Best, her younger brother. Orson best had lost his privilege in listening to beautiful sounds since he was born. Sarcastically, Samantha Best might harbor plethora of compliments from all over the directions, she failed in earning a simple praise from her only begotten brother. Ever since Samantha Best’s father dumped his pregnant wife and 7-years old little Samantha Best and gone off with his underground-affair mistress, Samantha Best’s mother lost her mind and always got herself drunk without considering the baby she was carrying in womb. She cried and shouted out of the bottom of her broken heart for someone who broke their love covenant. All this tragedy had mercilessly robbed Samantha Best’s precious childhood and her natural conscience forced her to grow stronger and faster. She was disappointed by her father’s selfishness, she determined not to disappoint herself in any circumstances. Throughout the past 11 year of harsh life, she had been pushing herself to be the No.1 in everything she did- debate, academic, music, and piano. She successfully put her self-imposed targets into reality yet she felt the emptiness in her heart. She was lost in the midst of wilderness and loneliness was conquering her soul. She realized that she was somebody yet she never had anybody. “What on Earth am I here for … ” She was wondering.
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IV
While the youth were grumbling about the unbearably annoying hot weather or endless tests, there was always a young boy who sat at the corner of the class drawing on his sketch book. Orson Best was his name but he would never know that how wonderful his name sounded. He was fully concentrated on his piece of drawing as if he was the only one existed at the very moment. After he finished the final touch, he closed the emerald green colored front cover. The sky was purple and the sorrow was contagious to the empty souls. Every single day on the earth seems like a replaying drama for Orson Best but he treasured each and every second. Even though he couldn’t hear the most beautiful melodies yet he could hear the sound of brokenhearted, his life might pursue elegiac qualities yet the hardship of the journey neither burn him out nor bury his unnoticeable talent. He did not discover this view personally but because of God sent an angel to reveal this hidden meaning of life. Few years ago, Orson Best saw a girl who was trying to save a mockingbird from being stoned dead by three naughty kids at the playground, when he was on the way to World Harvest Church. That day, he believed that he did see an angel, a beautiful angel. He knew the angel, the quiet girl from World Harvest Church, Amy McGee. Nobody would notice her due to her unattractive outlook, the glitter from her inner beauty was glorious, even his all rounder sister, Samantha best would look dim in terms of inner beauty. The great lady of the Almighty taught him many thing- to love, to give, to forgive. Orson Best felt so blessed by having Amy McGee and his new-found friend, Memo, the mockingbird who couldn’t sing. Thus, he was so encouraged to be a blessing to other. This wasn’t a joke but a commitment to Father God. Yesterday he and Memo saw a guy standing in the rain and he could feel the pain of his heart. Without hesitation, he went to him with Memo. He tapped his shoulder and showed him a piece of paper which written “ REMEMBER , JESUS LOVES YOU.”
While the youth were grumbling about the unbearably annoying hot weather or endless tests, there was always a young boy who sat at the corner of the class drawing on his sketch book. Orson Best was his name but he would never know that how wonderful his name sounded. He was fully concentrated on his piece of drawing as if he was the only one existed at the very moment. After he finished the final touch, he closed the emerald green colored front cover. The sky was purple and the sorrow was contagious to the empty souls. Every single day on the earth seems like a replaying drama for Orson Best but he treasured each and every second. Even though he couldn’t hear the most beautiful melodies yet he could hear the sound of brokenhearted, his life might pursue elegiac qualities yet the hardship of the journey neither burn him out nor bury his unnoticeable talent. He did not discover this view personally but because of God sent an angel to reveal this hidden meaning of life. Few years ago, Orson Best saw a girl who was trying to save a mockingbird from being stoned dead by three naughty kids at the playground, when he was on the way to World Harvest Church. That day, he believed that he did see an angel, a beautiful angel. He knew the angel, the quiet girl from World Harvest Church, Amy McGee. Nobody would notice her due to her unattractive outlook, the glitter from her inner beauty was glorious, even his all rounder sister, Samantha best would look dim in terms of inner beauty. The great lady of the Almighty taught him many thing- to love, to give, to forgive. Orson Best felt so blessed by having Amy McGee and his new-found friend, Memo, the mockingbird who couldn’t sing. Thus, he was so encouraged to be a blessing to other. This wasn’t a joke but a commitment to Father God. Yesterday he and Memo saw a guy standing in the rain and he could feel the pain of his heart. Without hesitation, he went to him with Memo. He tapped his shoulder and showed him a piece of paper which written “ REMEMBER , JESUS LOVES YOU.”
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This life is not about you, it is not about me, and definitely it is not about us.
It is about God.
We may stumble yet we will never fall.
Remember, Jesus loves you.
