I took a walk on the lake today, which is much harder to do now that I have holes in my feet, and had some time to reflect on some things that I'm not proud of, and I thought it was time to get them off my chest.
I wasn't always a carpenter. In my late teens and early twenties I was a dog trainer. It was this short-lived vocation that set me on my journey to become the messiah.
I was out in the street with two students, Spooner and Spot, and I was teaching them to walk along side me on a leash. I was as demanding teacher at the time, and I wasn't going to be satisfied until I saw those doggie footprints in-line on each side behind me.
Spooner was being difficult that day. He kept trying to pull ahead and was not listening to any of my commands. It got even worse when we stumbled upon a mob of people surrounding a boy ...