Take My Hand and Walk with Me
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In this book I share my journey with God and how it unfolded over my life time. My journey began on a dark November night when I lost my way. I was returning from a cousin's birthday party in Brooklyn. It was one am. I missed the turn on a road I had driven all of my youth growing up in Brooklyn. Not quite sure where I was I stopped at a stop sign and began to pray. I was scared, as the neighborhood was alive with drug activity and crowded street corners. In a few minutes of that prayer the front part of a white tractor trailer pulled along side my car. I lowered my window and asked this big b...
In this book I share my journey with God and how it unfolded over my life time. My journey began on a dark November night when I lost my way. I was returning from a cousin's birthday party in Brooklyn. It was one am. I missed the turn on a road I had driven all of my youth growing up in Brooklyn. Not quite sure where I was I stopped at a stop sign and began to pray. I was scared, as the neighborhood was alive with drug activity and crowded street corners. In a few minutes of that prayer the front part of a white tractor trailer pulled along side my car. I lowered my window and asked this big burly man for directions back to the main artery that would lead me to the ninety mile trip home. He told me to follow him as he was going that way, but had to make a stop first. Had I not heard the compassion in his voice I would have never followed him. We weaved through streets unknown to me and made a stop in front of a housing project. I left the motor running and waited. He returned with a women who climbed into the cab. Again we weaved through streets unknown to me. Suddenly he stopped and began to walk over to my car. I gripped the steering wheel. He pointed to a big sign that announced the entrance to the expressway that would lead me home. Filled with joy I lowered my window to express my thanks. He returned to his truck made a right hand turn as I made the left to enter on to the expressway. I had a clear view of the flaps on his back tires as the street lights reflected their glow. It said Transportation for Christ. My journey had begun.
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