A Simple Choice

Kingsley Allan Whipple

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It is a question as old as mankind itself. Why are we here? Unfortunately, we live in a world where it is becoming increasingly more difficult to know who to trust or what to believe. It is impossible to expose the hypocrisy and lies without first understanding that there must be TRUTH. If truth does exist, doesn’t it make sense to seek out its source? Sadly, we human beings tend to over complicate things. The answer is amazingly simple. It all starts with LOVE.

Sujets

• Religion
• Christianisme
• Christian
• Fiction

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 30 août 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781546220350
• Langue: English

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A SIMPLE CHOICE
Kingsley Allan Whipple


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Published by AuthorHouse 10/30/2023
 
ISBN: 978-1-5462-2036-7 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2017918807
 
 
 
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Contents
1 do not be afraid
2 to whom much is given...
3 the blind leading the blind
4 the letter of the law
5 meditate day and night
6 the writing on the wall
7 actions speak louder than words
8 on rocky ground
9 a house divided
10 all things must pass
11 put your house in order
12 truth be told
13 many are called
14 a sign of the times
15 stand firm in the faith
16 with humility comes wisdom
17 a new direction
18 overcome evil with good
19 all things are possible
20 I am the light, the truth, the way
21 let no one deceive himself
22 a fly in the ointment
23 he who has ears, let him hear
24 a peace offering
25 let there be light
26 my sheep hear my voice
27 the harvest is plentiful
28 the eleventh hour
29 let your light shine
 
author’s note
Epilogue
1
do not be afraid
E very so often, events will transpire which could have the potential to have a lasting and profound effect on the trajectory of one’s life. Sometimes it takes a head-on collision between what you think you know and the truth, to snap you out of your slumber. It all began with a 2 am call.
“I’m being pulled over,” said the voice on the phone.
Before Josh could shake the cobwebs out of what would have normally been a tequila-soaked brain, the phone went silent. The number on the screen didn’t trigger any connections...
A dam and Clare made their way down the corridor of the old Victorian home towards the only room that showed any signs of life. Theirs was truly a match made in heaven. Aside from being kind, courteous, and devoutly religious, everything they did seemed to announce to the world that they would never, ever even remotely think about intentionally doing anything that would violate their deeply held moral principles.
Experience had taught them the necessity of developing a thick skin. After decades of studying the scriptures, they fully understood that it would not be beneficial to be hypersensitive regarding the hedonistic insults hurdled their way by the unwashed masses.
That being said, they took great pride in the fact that their motives were always as pure as the wind driven snow and they often imagined that the most astute observers might be tempted to conclude that their flatulence must smell as fragrant as rose petals.
Clare Robinson, right down to her choice of shoes, was the embodiment of the word...sensible. Her dirty blond hair which she had pulled back neatly into a simple, twisted, topknot bun announced to the world that she wouldn’t be wasting any of her precious time fiddling with lose strands. She unequivocally understood how the world should work and she knew her exact place in it. Little did she know that she was about to get caught up in a story so important that it would alter her life forever.
A stack of paperwork appeared to be trying to do its best to conceal an over-sized mahogany desk. Emanating from behind the mountain of files, they could hear one-half of what they could only assume to be a rather intriguing conversation.
“Take a deep breath, I need you to think about the big picture,” Josh requested. “I understand things may seem a bit overwhelming, but now is not the time to go into panic mode.”
“Let me make sure I’ve got all the details straight. You were pulled over last night for what the police said was an illegal lane change?”
Adam sheepishly knocked in such a delicate fashion as if not to disturb any sleeping mice, which might possibly be within earshot.
A hand appeared from behind the heaping pile and encouraged the doorknockers in. The couple neatly folded themselves into the chairs facing his desk. With the phone cradled to his ear, Josh pointed to the ceiling as if to momentarily pause time; and continued his conversation.
“Upon searching your car, they found 16 packets of heroin totaling approximately 26 grams. You said it was in the glove box?”
Both Adam and Clare looked at each other with an equal combination of curious amazement and utter disgust.
“Did they find anything else in the car? No guns, no weed, no open containers?”
He appeared to be scribbling in some sort of ancient Sanskrit on a yellow legal pad.
“Were you drinking?”
“How much?”
“Seriously?”
“Did you make a statement? Well, thank God for small miracles, I’m glad you remembered.”
“It’s going to be okay. Was there anyone else in the car?”
“Was she arrested as well?”
“No, that shouldn’t be a problem. I know that from where you are sitting this might not make sense to you, but I want you to keep an open mind. In the grand scheme of things Paco, this might turn out to be a blessing in disguise.”
“This is not a laughing matter. Let me set the record straight; my job isn’t to entertain you but rather to help you. I can’t force you to take what I’m saying seriously, but it’s really not in your best interests if I waste valuable time just telling you what you want to hear.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t do this without your assistance. Despite the fact that we live in a world of instant gratification, I’m pleading with you to exercise a little patience. The arraignment is set for Monday morning. Once we get you out on bail, we’ll have more time to go over all the details. No, that’s enough for now; I will get the rest then.”
“One more thing … did you call your dad?”
Josh exhaled a heavy sigh. “I understand… You do know your dad loves you – right?”
“And you know that there is nothing you could do that would change that … right?”
“Paco, I’m not going to try and tell you what to do; I understand it’s your choice.”
“Look, I realize that it’s easier said than done, but you’re going to have to try and relax. Maybe you should think of this current situation as a wake-up call. Perhaps the time has come for you to re-evaluate what is truly important.”
“I didn’t say that. It’s really no big deal. The truth is that I’d only be pretending to love you if I wasn’t willing to sacrifice a little bit of my time to help you out. Paco, there can only be two possibilities. Either I sincerely have your best interests at heart, and I am telling you the truth; or I am not. I’m asking you to trust me. I want you to know that if you choose to follow my advice, in the end everything will work out fine.”
“No, no… there’s really no need to apologize.”
“We can’t get you in front of a judge until Monday. Are you going to be okay ’til then?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Don’t worry, I know where.”
“Love you too little buddy.”
Josh shifted his attention to the couple seated before him. “I’m sorry, may I help you?”
“Please forgive the intrusion,” Adam implored. “Since your office was the only one showing any signs of life, we were hoping you might be able to point us in the right direction. We’re looking for Mr. Joshua Randall.”
“You’re looking at him.”
Joshua Randall was a serial juggler. After completing law school, he understood that in order to get ahead in his chosen specialty, it would require having multiple clients at all times. What he lacked in billable hourly income, he more than made up in sheer volume.
They stared at him in disbelief. Their ever so slight discomfort, instantaneously evaporated into warm smiles. “I’m sorry Mr. Randall, we are the Robinsons.” Adam proudly announced. “Hopefully, my cousin, William told you we were coming.”
Momentarily puzzled, Josh snapped his fingers in quick succession as if trying to awaken a long-forgotten memory. “That’s right,” wagging his finger. “You guys are the pastry makers.”
“Exactly,” Adam confirmed. “We are the owners of Heavenly Treats in Lakewood.”
Josh extended his hand.
“I’m Adam, and this is my wife Clare.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Josh proclaimed, as they exchanged handshakes. “What can I do for you?”
“Forgive me for being so forward,” Adam cautiously interjected. “But there must be some confusion…we were told you handled constitutional law not criminal law.”
“Who said that?”
“My cousin informed me …” Adam started to say.
Josh held up his hand and stopped him mid-sentence.
“I never tried to imply that I was anything but a criminal attorney.” Josh thought about it for a moment and helpfully added, “Sorry for the misunderstanding, these days it’s mostly criminal law but I did specialize in Constitutional law way back in law school.”
Josh couldn’t help but notice both Mr. and Mrs. Robinson not so subtlety turn their gaze upward over his left shoulder towards the framed copy of his law degree, which did in fact confirm that he had successfully graduated from University of Michigan.