Hello, I go by Corey Rhodes. Several years ago I was experiencing many mental issues in my life. To cope, I started writing and producing content as an outlet to deal with everything that was going on.
3. I once had a conversation with a man that I met at a street corner
as we were waiting for a bus. Looking at his sharp tie, pressed suit
and his shiny shoes I could only assume that he was some high-end
executive who can get what he wants, whenever he wants. When he
began to speak to me, he mentioned about if I knew who he was–
just straight out of the blue. I looked at him for a moment longer
and nothing seemed familiar, so I said ‘no’. He laughed to himself
and he told me that he was a young boy from a little farm in
Nebraska.
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4. I had to do a double take on his appearance and I stated that he
looked nothing like a farmer. He laughed to himself and he asked
why I picked up the fact he said he was a farmer, and not a little
boy. ‘I never really thought about that I guess,’ I stated. He put his
arm around me, leaded me away from the street corner and said
that he was going to take me on a verbal journey with such great
significance, I will never look at life the same way again. As we
walked down the sidewalk in our big city, he told me a story from
when he was little.
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When he was just a little child, his father woke him up at the break
of dawn. His father led him out to one of his father’s pastures up to
an old cow. The cow looked like it has seen better days, flies spun
around its face, it was drooling and it looked like the cow had two
lazy eyes. His father explained to him that the cow was sick, it was
in fact at a very healthy age but due to its sickness it looked as if it
had lived several additional years. His father then continued to
explain to him that because of its illness, it had to be killed and that
he wanted his son to shoot it as he handed him a rifle.
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The son utterly refused and asked what the cow did to ever deserve its present
fate? The father raised his voice and said that it was sick and it had to be dealt
with. The son asked if he would ever become as sick as the cow, would his father
shoot him too? His father thought he was just over reacting so he got behind his
son and positioned his son pointing the gun square towards the cow’s forehead.
He then whispered into his son’s ear and said ‘just do what you are told’. The son
then pushed his father away from him and said that he wasn’t a slave and he didn’t
have to do anything, especially when it came to life and death. The father pushed
towards the son and the gun went off. The son pulled the trigger and it was
directed towards his own father
7. I stood there in shock when he finished the story and he
continued to walk forward, the man then turned around and
yelled ‘catch up! I haven’t even started yet’. I wanted to know what
happened so I did the only thing I could do, I fastened up my walk
to catch forward to him and as soon as I was by his side he
started to speak again. ‘In front of us is several things, tell me
what you see specifically.’ I looked forward and I saw a long
sidewalk with skyscrapers to the side of us–people flooded the
streets and I don’t think I could see the concrete other than a few
feet in front of me.
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The road to our left was filled with cars that seemed like they were
suspended from all motion. The passengers and drivers honked and
yelled as if the person in the front could move but just didn’t want to.
Looking back to the people on the sidewalk they all looked as if they
were emotionless. Talking on cell phones, holding briefcases, had
headphones on to block them from the sounds of the world in front of
them. There were so many things in front of me; I didn’t know what to
say, so I said I saw everyday life. The man continued to walk beside me
and looked as if he was deep in thought he then asked what if what we
perceive as life the dead see is a Hell. I was astonished with his answer;
this truly was an interesting fellow so I asked him why he said that.
