Warrior From the Peninsula

On the third planet from the sun, the one on which God placed his sentient creations; the one circled by a moon that lights the sky at night.

In a northern continent in a land that has a government who has been in existence for almost 250 years. In a region surrounded by three sides of water called a peninsula, around the time called "Christmas" in the ninth year of the eightieth decade of the twentieth century, was born a baby boy whose name meant "Warrior – from the peninsula" in the afternoon, during a snow squall. In a town whose ancestry was made up of Scottish immigrants. This boy was born in the location of his mother's very birth, and to two very young and very naïve people.

At the moment he breached the world, the doctor exclaimed, "I have never seen an APGAR of ten!" Because at the moment he was born, he was pink and perfect and only after a breath was there even a remote shade of purple in the newborn.

His mother looked down at him and said, "You're gonna hate your name," because it was a name given to nerdy guys- men whose mothers were harpies and insisted in their unrelenting loyalty, and intensely vocal brave men, and in the end some historically grumpy religious leaders. It carried too much weight for someone who was only at the time 8pds and 3oz's.

However it fit.

And strangely that name was amazingly well put together and meant exactly what he would ultimately become.

Not because he would fight battles on a field or wage a war of words but because his very existence would cause havoc and change the minds of more than one person in the world.  (As had happened with others who carried that same first name had found out in their turbulent yet all too brief lives.)

He would remain, as perfect as his birth until he reached the unremarkable age of eighteen months. Then clearly the transformation, that was probably already in place in the womb would come to fruition and then his parents and his siblings, his aunts and uncles, his grandparents, great grandparents, and teachers and all who came in contact with him would forever be changed because the warrior from the peninsula was born.

And this is his character.

Why God chose to make him one of many who came into being at this time is unknown.

But I am proud to call him mine and he is remarkable in his own right.

 

Clearly there were reasons I will never understand. But many things in my life I am sure have prepared me for this, like Moses in the reeds waiting for the pharaoh's daughter to pick him up….All that I was raised with, the tolerances I developed and the things I saw happen to others, all these things, prepared me to raise such a person as this and I can only hope I have done well.

 

Perhaps after all the searching and seeking in my life and in my soul…This is my task and special reason for being.

 

To raise the warrior from the peninsula.

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