A QUICK STORY...
Summer of 1969 - Woodstock, U.S. Lands on Moon, Vietnam war escalates. All of these were in the headlines that year, but the main thing I remember, as an 11 year old boy, was my first week away from home at Boy Scout Summer Camp. It was a very special summer. It was the summer they called me Jesus Boy.
Most of us were given nicknames by the older guys - usually not very flattering, names like four-eyes - crybaby - or fat Pat. I had been called Andy Panda ( a popular Saturday morning cartoon character ) at YMCA day camp the year before and I dreaded it happening again, However, this year I was lucky, this year mine was cool - it was Jesus Boy. Why Jesus boy? Simple, that was the summer I walked on water.
We have a snake down here in Florida that is one mean son of a gun. Most snakes will hear you coming and get out of your way. They are more afraid of you that you are of them, most snakes, but not a Water Moccasin (also called a Cottonmouth.) A Water Moccasin will flat out attack you if you enter his territory, and their bite can be deadly. Cottonmouths spend most of their time in the water and they prefer slow moving rivers or lakes. At summer camp we would spend most of our time in the water swimming in a spring fed lake. It was beautiful, the perfect spot, and the Cottonmouths thought so too.
While swimming we would always keep a sharp eye out for snakes, especially deadly, aggressive, Cottonmouths. I’m glad that we did. On the first day of camp we had a free swim after they had given us our swimming tests to see which group we were in
1. Good Swimmer
3. Non Swimmer.
After passing the test and receiving my “Good Swimmer” designation I swam over to where my buddies were close to a dock near the shore, when I heard my name being called so loudly I could hear it even underwater. “ANDY! LOOK OUT! A WATER MOCCASIN IS HEADED RIGHT FOR YOU!” I looked up and there it was a 5ft long angry Cottonmouth headed right for me with his jaws wide open. Seeing the white inside of his mouth was all I needed. I jumped up turned around towards shore and ran to safety on top of the crystal clear water, at least that’s how we all remember it. They said I walked (ran) on water. They started calling me Jesus Boy. I do not want to offend anyone, but that was fine with me. Jesus Boy was a great nickname to be given at your first summer camp. It was a great nick name, much better than four-eyes or Andy Panda.
Until next time,
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\