AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Then when we are facing a trial and it doesn’t seem to have a solution or end in sight, fear kicks in. We drop all those weapons, we told everyone else about. Fear means: forget everything and run. Trials are designed to hinder you, make you second guess yourself and kill you. They are not designed to make you better. However, we are connected to the supreme architect, so things that are designed to stop us, can’t stop us. Things that are designed to kill us can’t kill us. Why? Because when they encounter the blood, their purpose changes. It’s like that container of margarine. The original purpose of that margarine container is to hold margarine but once it encounters some of us, we change the container’s purpose. It no longer holds margarine it now holds leftover chili, soup or even hair pins. It’s the same with trials, they change from a tool to stop us, to a tool that makes us better and moves us forward.
We can then move from ‘forget everything and run’ to ‘Father all is in thine hands.’ God’s got you.”
I finished getting dressed. I knew the team would be going through boxes again today, so I packed a pair of flats for comfort. I drove my car just in case we worked late again. I didn’t mind riding with Samuel, and I really did appreciate his chivalry, but I could get myself home tonight.
* * *
I arrivedat VLG and was met at the elevator by Raymond.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“The guards told me you were on your way up. Do you need help with your bag?”
“No, thank you,” I smiled.
“We are going into the conference room. Mr. Valentine had us move everything from the office you used yesterday. It was too small.”
I followed Raymond to the conference room where Samuel, Xavier, and Morris where already working.
“Good morning,” I said as I entered the room.
“Good morning,” each man responded.
“I’ve sent down for breakfast, so carve out a spot and jump in whenever you are ready,” Samuel instructed.
I put down my things and surveyed the room and the boxes. Whoever transported the boxes from the office to this room did an excellent job of keeping the piles separate and indicating which boxes we’d already gone through.
I located the box I’d been working in last night and went to work. Thirty minutes later, a table was rolled into the room full of breakfast foods; pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs and everything else you could possibly want. I had purchased a couple of premade smoothie drinks to chug for breakfast. I kept those in my bag for later.
The more we cataloged the information shared with us from the DA, the more we realized there was something more going on than just a simple drug bust. Princeton had been on their radar for a long time.
“Sorry I had to leave you and El to all of this work yesterday,” Morris said.
We’d moved around the room a lot. In our current seating arrangement, Morris was seated next to me.
“We made it just fine.”
“I have two daughters. Their mom and I were together for years but we broke up, and she got with a guy that introduced her to a faster lifestyle, a lifestyle I didn’t want my girls involved in. I am in the process of petitioning the court for full custody of my girls.”
“You want to take little girls away from their mother? Unfortunately, the Courts are biased in these types of cases. It’s hard to prove a case where the courts would agree to remove young females from their mother.”
“Yes, I know. I’m not doing it because I think she’s a bad mother but because her judgment has been skewed when it comes to them lately. I can’t sit back and have something happen to my daughters, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”
“Has she shown a pattern of neglect?”
“I’ve been called to the school at least once a week for the past month to pick them up because she was late. I asked her if I could just take over the responsibility of picking them up after school and she told me no. My oldest daughter called me and told me that she and her sister were at home with one of Tony’s, that’s her boyfriend’s name, friends. Her mom and Tony were gone. I lost my mind trying to get to that house to get my girls. I have a bad feeling about this whole situation, and I need to get them out of it. You are correct though; the court doesn’t favor men taking children. A lot of people would assume that I am tired of paying child support, so I am trying to figure out a way to get out of it. That’s not the case. I will take my girls and still give her the same amount of money per month. That’s not a thing for me. I’m not asking for her to give me anything and I am open to a liberal visitation agreement, I just want them to live with me.”
I can’t stand a bum ass parent; male or female. Why would a woman want to leave her children with a dude she doesn’t know? They are little girls, anything could happen.
“I will break the law to protect my kids, so I hope it won’t come to that.”
He pulled up his pictures on his phone and showed me a picture of two beautiful little girls. Both had caramel colored skin and huge brown eyes. They were smiling and holding hands while sitting on a couch.
“They are beautiful, Morris. They are going to make a substantially positive impact on this world.”
I believed in speaking positive affirmations over young women. If we tell them from the beginning they can accomplish their dreams, goals, and aspirations then they will believe it. Not only will they believe it, but the atmosphere will change and adapt to make those positive words a reality.
