When I was about 5 years old my father painted the bedroom I shared with my sister. In the process, he discovered some crayon artwork that one of us had done on the walls. No one got in trouble for it, but he assured us that the next person who wrote on any walls would pay for it with their life. My dad was not one to make idle threats, and we all knew that graffiti was now an extremely dangerous activity in our house, and especially in our freshly painted bedroom. That probably should have been the end of it.
One day, not long after the paint dried, my father had a reason to come into our bedroom, and he spied a tiny spot on the wall, just above my bed. He moved closer to investigate, and as he got near he saw that it was, without a doubt, a word. One word, written in magic marker, on the wall he had just painted. His anger was building, but so was his curiosity, so before he set about making good on his promise to execute the next child who wrote on a wall, he moved even closer to see what the offending child had written. And there, in my childish handwriting, were three little letters: “GOD”. Try as he might, not even my father could bring himself to punish a child for writing the word God on a wall. I was saved.
Years later, when I was an adult, my father told that story at a family gathering and we all had a laugh about it. But he didn’t know the rest of the story!
I very clearly remember the day I wrote God on the wall above my bed. My older sister was telling me something she had learned in school that day. She always learned everything first, of course, and as the little sister I was fascinated whenever she brought home some new bit of knowledge to share with me. That day she taught me that some words, if you spelled them backwards, would make entirely different words. I was skeptical. She gave me an example, so I could see for myself. “Try dog”, she said.
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How dog saved your life. (they often do)
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Truth!
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Lovely story well told.
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Thanks! All true, too. Yes, I did use the wall for scratch paper.
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Well, THAT…did not go in the direction I was expecting. 🙂
Thanks for finding my blog — can tell already it’ll be fun following yours!
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Great story ! So, you never told your dad the rest of the story ?
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Hmmmm…. not positive, but I think I did. The statute of limitations for household graffiti had been satisfied by that time, so it would have been relatively safe to confess.
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Cute story!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Awesome story.
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Thanks!
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Reblogged this on biochemlife and commented:
Brave little girl risks death to write on the wall!
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Did you ever tell your dad why you wrote GOD on the wall?
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Probably, but I don’t really remember. I remember confessing something like this once, after I was grown and married. I expected him to laugh, but he got a little mad about it. He’s a butthead.
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Great story 🙂
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Thanks!
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What a great story!!!
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Thanks!
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Great story, glad the statute of limitations had expired. My little girl has gotten the same lecture from me before
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That was awesome. 🙂 And by the way thanks for the recent follow! 🙂
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I can see me doing that as a 4 year old, but my dad wouldn’t have taken the time to read it first. Afterward maybe. Too cute.
Thanks for the follow.
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