Carneseca – Or The Great Mr. Valencia

Carneseca – Or The Great Mr. Valencia

Carneseca – Or The Great Mr. Valencia by Eduardo Delgado When I was about 12 years old my stepfather, who worked on construction gangs laying concrete around the Los Angeles area, began coming home talking about a friend he knew at work, and he always spoke of him with great affection. “Carneseca this, Carneseca that.” One Saturday he took me along to the work site, and for the first time I saw the famous Carneseca. He was a tall thin man, in his late thirties. The first things I noticed about the man were his eyes, like black pearls and a beautiful smile in them – eyes always smiling. http://wholesomeprose.com/hp_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Carnesica-Part-1.mp3 http://wholesomeprose.com/hp_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Carnesica-Part-2.mp3 I then began to see the rest of him: his shoes high top and untied, he had two or three days’ growth of beard, his hair had not been combed that morning, I’m sure. My stepfather walked up to him, “Carneseca, this is my boy, Lalo.” Carneseca reached out, shook my hand – first time anyone had EVER shook my hand. I felt like an adult, big. “Well, Lalo, I see that we are going to be good friends, ’cause I like a man with a good handshake.” Then he just smiled at me, turned around, and walked away without saying anything. And, the rest of the morning I just spent playing in the dirt, throwing rocks at imaginary enemies. Every now and then, I would look to see where Carneseca was working. Without realizing that time had flown by, in the background, I could hear someone whistling, calling – – – I stopped and looked around, and...
Self

Self

SELF © 2010 Wendy B McLain People, PLEASE, listen to me, if you choose to live wildly free,   An unruly mind of depravity’s kind will engulf you like a sea.   As you choose your own, you’ll reap what you’ve sown; sorrows and woes will not leave you alone.   They will cripple your mind and in time you will find, you have injured your very own soul.     Don’t let this be, PLEASE, take it from me; a reprobate heart will tear you apart,   I’d been down this road and I also was told, these very same words I impart.   I did not heed those who would plead, who’d been there they before I,   So now, here I go, I want you to know, to your own way I urge say goodbye! http://wholesomeprose.com/hp_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/SELF.mp3.m4a For I’d been a fool, to think I could rule, living my life my own way,   How wrong my thought, for my mind I had taught, to believe whatever I say.   So clever my mind and crafty to find, a resolve for each choice I made,   I stuck to my way, in the course of each day, then alas’ passing time betrayed. Self, was my rule, not knowing how cruel its effects would be from the start,   Blame would remain my number one game until Christ came and showed me my heart!   I’ve been on my knees, asking God PLEASE, since the day He took over my life,   To take all of me, and make me to be His living sacrifice!     I’m walking each day in humility’s way as I strive for the ultimate goal,   In service to Him, Who redeemed me from sin, that this life lived for Him...