Reflections

Dear Deb,

Today you made a comment which I have given an abundance of thought to. You said that you tried to tell me what I needed to do and that I refused to listen. That does go two ways. I told you and Lori what I needed to do, and you both failed to listen as well.

My entire life I was told what I cannot accomplish instead of that which is possible. When a person shares their dreams with the people that supposedly love them, and those dreams are repeatedly crushed, they stop sharing those dreams. They do not, however, stop pursuing them.

I believed in myself when nobody did. I always known I could touch the very essence of a person’s soul through mere words I have written. For whatever reason, you and Lori refused to believe it. You never listened to me in the past and I believe it is time that you start to.

You owe it to yourself to read my books. You will then learn that you never knew Randy at all. When I shared my dreams with Lori, she shook her head in disgust just as mother did. Those dreams have now become reality.

While I have always been considered a disappointment, an embarrassment even, to my family, I have received hundreds of emails from complete strangers that tell me I am amazing and beautiful even. I never wrote for the money generated. I wrote because I knew my words would touch the very soul of the reader. And that is priceless.

I have always known what I wanted from this life, and I can only pray that you now understand what I have been trying to tell you.

I don’t know if Lori will ever read them. For if she does, she will learn that every comment she made, every painful joke made at my expense, everything she thought and believed about me was wrong. I am not certain that she can accept that.

I will share a secret with you. Thanks to my near-fatal accident, I know exactly what Jesus looks like. It is slightly different than he is portrayed.

With all my love, the brother you thought you knew.

Randy