Getting Whipped and Running Home With My Tail Between My Legs

After the horrible experience with the job in Oklahoma City I ran all the way home with my tail between my legs, back to California, and licked my wounds and felt sorry for myself. Looking back now I can see that this started a pattern that even now that I have recognized it, it is taking an awful lot of painful effort to break out of.

It is interesting when you talk to both my wife and I about our experience of living in OKC, we will both recount it as one of the worst experiences in our lives, but of all the big cities we have ever lived in, if God asked us to move back there, we would go in a heartbeat. There were a lot of things about our time in OKC that we really loved. There was just this one horrible experience with my job that was all consuming and overshadowed everything else. It is what comes up first whenever try to remember our time there.

When we left there we really needed a respite, but we did not, or at least what I really did not need was to retreat back to what was familiar. I have been plagued, literally with nightmares of my need to return to Springfield and finish what I started, prove to myself that I have the right stuff to have seen it through, and see life through on that path that I once committed everything to. But, I aborted that and ran home. It would have been very easy for me to have returned to Evangel after being gone for a year and finished the three semesters I needed to complete two bachelor degrees and and emphasis in secondary education.

But, that is not what I have done and the nightmare has been my companion for over eighteen years now. And, trust me, it would be a nightmare to me to have to return to Springfield for any reason. That is not a chapter in my life I want to revisit for any reason other than to see family and frien


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