I call it ..Buk. Walking alone down a dusty road that moonless night, hopelessness and despair to my left and mt right. No one to love me and no one to care, then a man out of nowhere said, "sit down, take my chair". A stranger sight I had never seen, that old man sitting on a hay bale with a quart of Jim Beam. With nothing to lose, I walked over and sat, he said "if you're cold I can loan you my hat". Some hours later after much laughter and charm, he said "follow me to that Big Old Red Barn, peace you will find there, good friends, and much love, and I've never looked back, and...I thank God above.
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