Son Of Mechanic: Diary Of

"It is Billie's thinking that has made us both," said Son, "wrought and built us as if evil thoughts and pain of that kind could not be found in the purity, joy and shadow she cast. If Carlyle was right when he said 'has it not become almost proverbial that the man of logic cannot prosper' then Son would have been better off gardening than attempting the many fashions of discovery he found of use. He discovered much but it paid him little; Billie, on the other hand, using the greatest test of intellect of all, discovered her God, at an early age, and prospered in the beauty she saw that He put into her children and into her life. Billie: "I work for my God, not myself, not my family." They were the antithesis of each other, this Billie and Son. She was left brain and solid: a provider, mother, cook, and homemaker and a particularly beautiful woman while he was a right brain dreamer, an inventor, mathematician, physicist, and potential architect of doom. A builder that could do anything intellectual; but a poor provider. He just couldn't, or wouldn't, make anything he worked at - pay. But when the two found each other they were like a match to kindling, and fuel to a fire. They were harmonious, sympathetic to all; kind and loving - as a couple. Yes a couplet, in that together, they made the wheel whirr. Yes, they hummed as a well brushed motor, and like steam from blue coal they built a solid life of value and virtue. Their energy and Christian values rubbed off on grandchildren and on children too. This is their story; a story of love conquering loss, a partnership where demons were unwelcome, where the fire of passion still opened a door to love and closed the gates to hell. And it isthe story of how Son played Russian roulette with Armageddon. "This is a story, said Son, "That is replayed from a collection of memories, notes and short essays I have written along the way. I want the reader to know this since it is more than a simple love or inspiration story."