I have decided to let Rebecca, Danny Fisk's mother and the writer of Innocent Blood speak her piece and then allow her to go silent. I hope at some point you will be able to meet Danny Fisk. He's a bit of an odd duck, but the world would be boring without people like him. It is said a prophet is never recognized in his hometown. I think Danny would agree with that statement.
You see, Danny believes in beauty. He believes in life and that good will win over evil. Danny is also a methamphetamine addict who sees the dead and at times the future. Ever since Danny was a teenager he demanded his mother write this book. He told her it was part of the plan, part of God's plan, but she put it off hoping that somehow, God would make her son normal. He never did. And for that, she hated Him. Go ahead, Rebecca. The platform is yours. A Jewish Prayer How long, O Lord, will You forget me? How long will You hide Your face from me? How long must I seek counsel within my soul, to escape the grief in my heart? How long will my enemy be exalted over me? Answer me, O Lord, my God; give light to my eyes, lest my enemy say, "I have overcome him," and my oppressors rejoice when I falter. And so it is done. My promise is fulfilled. But still I wonder, were You with me as I lay on the floor crying in desperation? Were You there when I awoke in the night calling Your name, wondering if my son was alive or dead? Do You have any idea what this has cost me? Does it even matter to You? The only thing I ever wanted was for my son to be normal. You never gave him that. Instead, You gave him gifts to see the future and talk to the dead knowing, knowing no one would believe him. Not even his parents. Well, perhaps just his father. How cruel You are. Every day I wrote about what was happening to Danny. Every single day. Not knowing if my son would survive this addiction. How many times did I pray, did I beg You to intercede on Danny's behalf? I am so very tired. Take Your book and do with it what You will. As for me, I beg You for peace. That's all I want. Just a little peace and perhaps somehow, someway, this memory will fade into oblivion. Amen Rebecca Fisk Comments are closed.
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