Update

 This is an update to my previous post on March 29, 2025. 

Unfortunately, our troubles still exist. It's not just our truck issues, it's more than that. I had about one-third of my colon removed because of a large tumor. My life is difficult right now. I am struggling to just keep going. I was pastor of a small church when I had my colon surgery, and just a few months later I was thrown to the curb. And to make things worse, I have no family to turn to for help. I lost my family to death years ago: 1968, 1975, 1992. 

My mother, my father, and my brother were my only family. They each, in order as listed, passed away in the years I already mentioned above. Some people have a friend or friends to help them, and that's a good thing. The few real friends I have had are now deceased. The fair-weather friends have all abandoned me. I have given my life in service to others since 1992, and now I need help. People these days seem to quickly forget the good someone does for them.     

From the moment we purchased this property, which I now call "The Slim Pickings Homestead", it seemed there was trouble waiting for us. The adjoining property owner showed his true colors when he asked what kind of dwelling I was going to put on the property. He didn't want us there. It was clear that we weren't/aren't his type of people. And I think he doesn't like our skin colors (I am white, my wife is brown...she is Asian). He wants me to think he is a Christian. Is he really a Christian. There is a huge difference between a church member only and a real Christian.   

Then there is another guy in the area who knowingly misadvised me to go to the State Garage and ask advice about putting in a driveway to the property. The guy at the State Garage threatened to destroy the driveway if I built it without a permit. I completed the papers, and months later I still had no permit. It took me contacting the Governor's office to get the permit. I learned later that I didn't even need a permit to build a driveway.  

So obviously I am surrounded by people doing the devil's work. Right now, I don't know when I will be able to get back to living my life. The Homestead is no doubt overgrown with weeds and bushes even as I write this. The small orchard is probably hidden in weeds and bushes. Oh...but I have a strong feeling that O' Denny Boy next door is wishfully thinking that maybe I died, and he might get the property for a song and sing it himself. My Bible says I can know a tree by its fruit.