"Watch your path young man"
No, I said while running towards the center of town. There had seemed to be a handout of bread to those needed, and I for one would not miss the opportunity to have something full to eat.
All my life, since my parents abandoned me, I would scavenge the wast land in hopes of finding something to eat. If i'm lucky there is this man called Paul, who would offer me bread crumbs. But that did not happen to often for me to be able to survive. I was in my 13 and I seem to have a stable life.
Upon arriving the area was pact full of people. There was people who were in decent cloths asking for bread. While others smile at them while others just ignored the helpless. Me just standing there seeing how the baker just throw the bread on the floor. It angered me to see how little these people see us as humans, but of course I paid not attention to these emotions. For there are free food right in front of me. If your poor it is best to throw away your pride to survive.
This was difficult. There people were much stronger than me, much faster, but I persisted and manage to get a whole loaf. Happiness filled my body seeing this loaf of bread on my hands. But this was a mistake to celebrate when I had not yet went out of sight. Just as I tried to run away a fat woman stood in my way with desperate eyes. I pitied her but I couldn't give my bread to her. I was also desperate. I'm hungry! It's been nights since I ate!
In that split second she managed to grab hold of half the bread. I was angered! I would not let this woman make a fool out of me and take my food! No way am I going to let that happen. I tugged but as it seems she was a more stronger person. If this went on any longer I would lose. I looked around the center and the man stopped throwing loafs of bread. I check the ground and there was no longer any bread in sight, that had not been in someones hands or mouth. I was indeed lose but I will not be famish tonight. So instead of pulling I ripped the bread, hopping I would at lease get half of the bread. But no longer was my vision clear, I had not received half but a third of what I had.Seeing this I was filled with a portion of pride, I had lose a large portion of my bread but having a piece is enough to fill me for a couple of days.
It has now been 2 months prior to the death of my parents, and I have long survived by eating from the waste lands. And I had enough! I don't want to fight for my food! As I stood in the ally trying to hold tears of my loss. I want to change thing! But what could a mere 13 years young boy could do. If not the protection of the city I could be eaten by wolfs, yet I could even freeze to death.
[ Two weeks Later ]
I don't think I want to live anymore. Everyday trying to find even the slight piece of food on the floor, everyday eating from the waste land. The place I had to close my nose just to eat. I couldn't handle this anymore. In the end I decided to kill my self. Unconsciously walking I noticed I was on top of a mountain and something clicked. This mountain was the mountain where Jesus died. The day the ground started to shake. The day my parents were crushed by their own house. I had no idea what had happened that day. Did I lose my memories that day. Whatever the reason is now I know that it was Jesus' fault that I became this way. If only Jesus never existed I could still be a normal kid.
When I became conscious I seemed to have created a puddle, depression was following me this whole time. A few minuted later I had fallen asleep that night, trying to avoid life in my slumbers.
Upon my wakening I could feel something wooded, I felt as If I was moving. Not being fully awake I had not cared whence I am.
"Ah.. you awake now, young one?"
It had seem that I was not alone, someone was here with me. But who could it be.
"Young one. I know your must be scared but I have been called to take you in as my own."
Not knowing what that meant, I got up and tried to look at the man. But it had seem his back was the only thing in my view. Seems that I was in a carriage headed to somewhere unknown.
"Young one might you tell me your name? I feel not right calling you young one."
I said nothing and so did he for a brief second.
"Well then, I know not who you are young one, but a few days ago god had given me a vision. It had told me to go up to Golgotha, and there would be waiting something I had to take care of. Knowing God had finally given me a mission I quickly went the way to Golgotha, and thence I found you. So I shall become your guardian and take care of you. Since this is my first job that I received since I was baptized, and I will do what I am told. So please let me fulfill my job young one."
Hearing these words I had predicted that God heard my cries, or maybe he felt bad for killing my entire family and making me suffer this life one would never have.
So this is one of the few believer of Jesus Of Nazareth. My mother and father would always laugh at the way Jesus talked about life and so did I. Of course I had not really understand what they were laughing about.I had not known the difference between Jesus the the people who talk about nonsense. I had never seen Jesus as an important person until the day he rose from the dead. It was surely astonishing how he rose from the dead. Remembering when he said he would take care of me, I wondered if I would be able to eat food.
As I was thinking he seemed to have heard a sound and turned around and just smiled as he saw me.
"Ah.. it seems you must be hungry."
He then quickly took out an apple and the moment it was in my hands I quickly ate it. Not wasting a single drop. It felt so good to eat something that is wet, something that I missed so long. Not knowing but the person saw me with tears. He seems to have been a nice person. Actually given my trust him I asked what his name was, and it had seemed that his given name is Jacob. He had told me where he lived and that he would do everything he can to take care of me. And through out that day he would talk and i would just listen to what he said. It interest me that he himself had no parents. We were alike, he knew the hardship of being alone with no one to love them. Maybe that was the reason why god chose me to take care of you he said jokingly.
I had given a liking to him: He was nice. Comfortable to be with. And that gave my hopes up. When we arrived to his house it had seemed that he had a wife. His wife was beautiful but it seems she don't smile. She was beautiful yet this was only half of what her beauty was truly was. The man, still not knowing his name, showed me my room. And it had surprised me that there was already things there. "Why does this room look like there is already someone there" I asked politely. Not knowing what had happen to them. "It is best for you to not mention it around my wife. Now will you do this please" He said in a sorrowful voice. I may not be old but I can guess that they had a child and the child must have died. Not wanting to anger them I stayed quiet. Not wanting to let this opportunity of having a roof to live in. Food to eat, and bed where I can sleep on.