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Dare The DevilChapter 1 - PrologueCall me Sam. A stupid beginning, I know. But it’s my own none-too-elegant way of dealing with the whole style-of-the-author thing. You see, I need to tell you this story. It has been said that one of the greatest sorrows known is a tale left untold. And in the quarter century that has passed since the events I am about to convey, I have become increasingly convinced that my tale must be told. But I’m not an author, clearly. Writing no more makes you an author than putting paint on canvas makes you an artist, or banging on a piano makes you a musician. And of these shortcomings I am all too aware. That, ultimately, has been the root of the 25 year delay in recounting these events – my own inner certainty that my skills as author-to-be were, and are, simply not worthy of the task set before me. That and, of course, a gut-wrenching dread of reliving the terrors which were to consume my world. So I ask you to focus on the tale rather than its manner of telling. Accolades of “Amazing story” and “Warning heeded” are my only quest. Only in this can I find the freedom to get on with the essential business at hand, instead of obsessing over verbs, tenses, participles and whether they dangle….Or is it prepositions….See what I mean? That I am yet even alive to be able to share my shame with you is a testimony to a kind and loving God, albeit in a most backhanded manner. All stories have meaning, even if that falls short of an outright moral. And my story is a caution in two areas: Your children are going through more than you think, and there are, indeed, things in heaven and hell “not dreamt of in your philosophy.” Since tone is so important, and I have already shed myself of any hope that mine will be proper, I need to state outright what a more worthy artist could weave into the very fabric of his tale. That is, I blame no one at all for what I did. The fault lay entirely with me. I absolve my loving, hard working parents of any and all responsibility for what happened. So too the Church, siblings, and society as a whole. The sin was entirely my own, and I will stand before the Judgment Throne, forgiven or not, utterly alone. Looking back over the years, as nearly as I can tell, all of the pain and horror I would bring upon myself and so many others began the night I told the Devil to go to hell…. |
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