So for the first two years, I hated it here. I missed...I guess you might say, the 'amenities' of Kansas City. But I didn't have the money to move back, 'cause there's hardly any jobs around here, and even if a fella' finds a job, it don't pay so good.
I finally did find a job at the library, but I had to walk to and from work, 'cause I couldn't afford a car, and around here, there ain't no buses or nothin' like that. I didn't have but one pair of shoes--they was old tennis shoes, an' pretty soon, what with all that walking, they began to wear out and got holes in them.
So, one day I get offa' work, an' I'm walking home, an' it goes to rainin', real hard. Pretty soon, my shoes starts to fill up with water. I was so discouraged--nothin' was goin' right, my feet we're gettin' wet, and I still had a long way to go.
I began to cry.
And right then's when I heard the voice of The Lord again, comin' out of my chest again. This time, he said 'Learn from this! This is what it's like to have no shoes.
Now that is the reason I sent you here. That is the lesson you are supposed to learn.'
Now, I guess deep down inside, every man wants to be rich, wants to live in a mansion. But The Lord wanted me to learn about how other people suffer, how other people feel.
So since all that happened, I like it here in Clarksdale just fine. And every day I open my eyes in the mornin', I give thanks to The Lord that he has given me another day."
