| Author: | Beverlyn D. Trimble | ISBN: | 9781493151752 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | December 30, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Beverlyn D. Trimble |
| ISBN: | 9781493151752 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | December 30, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
Hi, my name is RJ. Im the baby in my family. All four of us siblings were born the same day. But I was the last to come out, so I guess that makes me the baby. My dad always wanted six kids but after me, Mama Lana said, Enough. I was a handful from the day we all were hatched and because I was the only boy to be born, Papa Rocco named me Rocco Jr. But everyone calls me RJ. My sisters are Minnie, Tina, and Annie. We live on a street called Fruits of the Spirit in Tree #9, Bosville, USA. There are nine trees on our street and each tree represents a level youve obtained as a family spiritually. The higher your tree number, the greater you are growing in Fruits of the Spirit. Not just any family can live on this street; you have to meet only one criterion as husband and wife to live on this street. The criterion is a willingness to live your life according to the spiritual principles represented by the nine fruits. My parents worked hard and it took quite a while because these nine principles take a lot of patience, endurance, and faith to develop in a person. But they didnt give up even in the midst of challenges; as a result, they were able to build their nest home in Tree #9 and start to raise their family. Our community is a close community, and we have beautiful trees that change colors according to the season. A lot happens on this street, and I cant wait to share with you some of the adventures we have endured as a family and as a community. So this is the first of a series of stories about me and my family and the town where we live, Bosville, USA. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, there are a lot of us in this town. I have hundreds of aunts, uncles, and cousins. So lets see, where should I begin? . . . Did I also mention that when you live in a house with all females, its hard to get a word in edgewise? So I listen a lot and, boy, do I hear a lot of crazy girlie stuff! So I decided to write first about my sister Minnie and the night she narrowly escaped from old, mean Mr. Homer the Owl.
Hi, my name is RJ. Im the baby in my family. All four of us siblings were born the same day. But I was the last to come out, so I guess that makes me the baby. My dad always wanted six kids but after me, Mama Lana said, Enough. I was a handful from the day we all were hatched and because I was the only boy to be born, Papa Rocco named me Rocco Jr. But everyone calls me RJ. My sisters are Minnie, Tina, and Annie. We live on a street called Fruits of the Spirit in Tree #9, Bosville, USA. There are nine trees on our street and each tree represents a level youve obtained as a family spiritually. The higher your tree number, the greater you are growing in Fruits of the Spirit. Not just any family can live on this street; you have to meet only one criterion as husband and wife to live on this street. The criterion is a willingness to live your life according to the spiritual principles represented by the nine fruits. My parents worked hard and it took quite a while because these nine principles take a lot of patience, endurance, and faith to develop in a person. But they didnt give up even in the midst of challenges; as a result, they were able to build their nest home in Tree #9 and start to raise their family. Our community is a close community, and we have beautiful trees that change colors according to the season. A lot happens on this street, and I cant wait to share with you some of the adventures we have endured as a family and as a community. So this is the first of a series of stories about me and my family and the town where we live, Bosville, USA. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, there are a lot of us in this town. I have hundreds of aunts, uncles, and cousins. So lets see, where should I begin? . . . Did I also mention that when you live in a house with all females, its hard to get a word in edgewise? So I listen a lot and, boy, do I hear a lot of crazy girlie stuff! So I decided to write first about my sister Minnie and the night she narrowly escaped from old, mean Mr. Homer the Owl.
