This Man Series Novels & Stories

* Jana * Saturday. My first real day off in weeks. No boardrooms. No power plays. No Lawrence Dankworth threading his voice into my bloodstream like poison and honey. Just me, my couch, and the sound of some overacted drama humming from the TV. I tucked my legs beneath me, clutching a throw pillow like it could anchor me. Chips, remote, silence. For once, I let the world shrink small enough to fit inside four walls. Then his face appeared. Not in memory, not in the cruel tilt of my imagination. On the damn television. Lawrence Dankworth, immaculate as ever, sitting across from a well-poised anchor on a live business segment.

Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man. The reality of life is that it's actually a struggle to become real when you don't have reality in you. One wise man once said man are workers and man are providers, in addition I would say real man are the ones who have achieved salvation. Look at this there is no manly figure that can surpass what Jesus Christ did on the cross ,and there is no man who has achieved the reward that Jesus Christ attained. Being a man is knowing the real man who has an achievement and learn from Him.

He looks like he could chop wood all day. I recognise him immediately as the kind man who put lip balm on my painful, dry, cracked lips. Ah, the relief it brought was immense. Then another, older man comes into the room, “what’s all the commotion about?”. Not entirely sure who all these people are, or what I am doing here, I feel increasingly weak. I look up at the handsome, tired looking bearded man, “you...put lip balm...on my lips?” He nods, yes.