Hot Soup Posted July 30, 2003 Report Posted July 30, 2003 I wrote this ten years ago and found it today in the attic of my parents house. It was with a collection of very short stories that I had written. Surrender There once was a rich man who wore fancy clothes and had the right toys that made the world envious. His wealth was beyond imagination and he was loved by all. His heart was lifted in pride as walked about the city believing that he needed no one but himself. Then he lost everything. The expensive clothes were gone to replaced by dirty rags. Instead of living in the comfort and security of a mansion he lived on the streets in despair. All those who loved him now depised him. His cries for help did not reach their ears and he was the object of ridicule and shame. He was alone in a cruel darkness with the ghosts of the past haunting him. All he could see was what he lost. The wretches he once despised he were now his companions. He was nothing without his fame and fortune, a vagabond without friends. In the midst of his tragedy and despair the once wealthy man ran from the great city. But wherever he went he was reminded of what he had become. A shipwrecked, waste of human life. He was in chains and bonds that he could not break. He was tied to his sin with nowhere to go. He lifted his eyes to heaven and said to the King of kings "Not your will but mine."
Recommended Posts