AN OLD ENTRY

Hey FKPCO family! Hope everyones doing well.. Man I havent been updating have I??? Sorry guys, just been so busy, and tired. And "yes, yes, yes" I know I missed church this past Sunday, I missed you all so much, and dont you worry ill be seeing ALL of you first thing this Sunday.

But hey i just wanted to share something with you all. I found this OLLLLLLDD journal entry that I found laying around. I read it and couldnt help but tear up. Dont you worry its nothing you all would probably tear up to, it was just very personal  to me, so i couldnt help but get a lil emotional. "Yea yea yea a guy like me tearing up??" Well you know what i can be a wheaper sometimes ok?!?!? lol~!

So i realize many of our FKPCO brothers and sisters here have siblings, and many of you know how tough it can be having a sibling. Opposite personality, different friends, different talents, different interests & opinions...i mean the slate can go on and on and on. But heres a lil entry to encourage you all that there is always hope in sibling relationships. ESPECIALLY WHEN GOD INTERVENES. Enjoy. Please feel free to leave a comment.

                                                                                                                  ~Paul Lee
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MONDAY. AUGUST 4th 2003

Today, I have spent a little bit of time with my one and only brother for his 19th year of his birth. I  have spent what I can today to at LEAST show my brother that there is no boundaries between us. With the little I had, I earnestly spent it all with my brother today, till I fill my pockets once more..so then I can furnish a better gift for him. There is nothing more to say to him, but a solemn love and promise of my companionship. There shall be nothing in this world that will hinder our relationship. If someone was to ask of how my brother and I reached to such level of brotherhood, it would be a great, and climactic tale for ears of curiosity. "A long, extensive tale I must say." But in short I shall produce a piddling tale of our experience, and hope to encourage those who believe that siblings of all ages are IMPOSSIBLE to comprehend....or even get along with.
                    "Siblings are more than just acquaintances...it's as if they are cut from the same fabric. Even though they appear to be sewn in a different pattern, they have a common thread that won't be broken --by people or years or distance."                                                                                              ~Author Unknown~The very first memory that I recall in my life, was when I was 4 yrs old, and the birth of my brother was at hand in that year of 1984 in Flushing, Queens, New York...I can still hear the clattering echo of rain in the resident we were living in. Many of the windows emanated repetitive flashes of light from the roaring thunder clashes outside. I can hear my parents arguing upstairs... depicting things that were being thrown by someone upstairs. As I watched T.V. I took a glance outside, the wind was howling greatly, and the branches outside didn't stop knocking on my front window...for it was a dreary night, a night of ongoing screams, and cries. Momentarily I was upstairs in my parents room, vacant...but my brother. My parents was out in the hall near the stairs arguing, while I stood there in their room staring at the baby carriage where my brother laid. He screamed, screamed, and screamed....until I got there to tell him that it was ok, and that I was there for him. I didn't know one thing about being a brother or a parent, but minutes later...the screams silenced but my parents outside. I recall another day saving his life, when he was pushed into a deep end of the pool, with no lifeguard in sight. I remember having my own fear of the deep, since I didn't know how to swim. After those memories all I remember is Confrontation between him and myself. "Whatever happened" I asked myself? Years of constant fighting, yelling, even beatings of great extreme. Until the day he arrived into his High School days...the start of a whole new WAR against each other was waged. A War that even the COPS had to be involved in. It was the years when my brother and I seeked for our real identity, away from the title of being brothers, or a "VERSION" of each other. I hated his ways, and we both agonized in our jealousy against each other. It was constant throughout his years in HighSchool, and more. We hated each other, and for 5 long extensive years, we've known not to have a relationship, nor have anything to do with each other. We spoke deadly against each other, and in each others back. Until TIME caught up with us...in the year 2001. Our pain, and hatred against each other quenched like a water hose pressurizing on an ignited candle.
The very first memory that I recall in my life, was when my brother and I met each other once more in a dark night in a cabin up on a mountain. A night of screams and cries...a night when many kids cried in prayer, and joyous screams of the presence of our Lord. Two brothers met in each others arm, and all I remember is my brother saying, "We can do this Paul, we can do it...."
So take heed my friends. It doesn't matter how much you fight with your siblings, or how much they aren't responsive to your attention. It also doesn't matter if they are trying to be a total opposite of who you are, even if it means being a sinistral person. It matters of how much you both care for each other deep down, under that exterior fur you ravish and wear. That's what MATTERS...its that FUR you wear. The pride, jealousy, and anger, that you must atomize. Then in time...love will dominate. GODS LOVE WILL DOMINATE.