Big Goldie's Gonna Make It! Have a Little Faith

   For 14 long days Big Goldie laid at the bottom of our pond.  Not moving & covered with sediment, he just laid there,  day after day.  I waited for the end, when he would float to the top, dead… dread…. if that happens I will have to deal with it.  Then he moved, just enough to say “I’m NOT dead!  Don’t throw me into the woods for the raccoons”!  His tail was swollen & bloody, what happened to my little buddy?  Disease?  A heron? My vandal neighbors?  Is there any hope for Big Goldie?  Have a little faith, have a little faith.

   What do vandals have to do with Koi? Are they the ones who hurt Big Goldie?  Who knows really.  Why would my mind even go there? I guess it is a small-scale form of terrorism.  Sneaky, malevolent, and ignorant teens who come under the cover of darkness to shoot my cat in my own front yard and smash-up our things.  Why? Do they think we will be intimidated by their coward-ass-ness?     Are they simply manly men doing manly things?  Sorry BOYS,  you are outed.  You are the future under-achievers that contribute nothing of value to our society.   I imagine that you spend your time thinking about things you deserve, are entitled to, can steal, cheat, or bully your way into taking from others.    Yep, you are bigger than a kitten, stronger too….. and you are armed.   Who are these people who enjoy destroying things that are beautiful?  Who gets a rise out of demolishing things that make other people smile? Who would shoot a kitten? Is this kind of behavior OK with us?  Is this what we have become?  Have a little faith, have a little faith.

   I want them to stop… have a little faith, have a little faith.  I refuse to stop trying to beautify my home, even if it serves to give the bastards something to do on Saturday nights.  If they don’t value beauty, or life, I wonder: what do they value?

   All I know for sure is that Big Goldie has a made a full recovery.  I knew he would make it. Bad things happen to us and we either carry-on stronger than before or whither & die.   I plan to spend my day creating a beautiful sculpture and place it at the end of my driveway.  I will put it on the exact same spot where four previous works of art sat before becoming a part of our gravel road.   If they smash it, I will file a police report. I will be advised not to put anything else down there.  And, I will make a new one,.  Why?  Because I am stubborn like that.  So, who’s the fool?  The one who creates beauty or the one who destroys it?  Sorry boys, I’m no quitter.  I have a little faith that one day you will be mature enough to find something constructive to do with your time, perhaps, you will learn the artful use of commas.