The waters are getting close. I can feel it in my roots. People are rushing to save their belongings. I watch in amazement as they meet atop the Atchafalaya Levee and pray together. I am proud to know these people. They are strong. They are survivors. They understand and respect nature more than most. God will be gentle.
It's never been God that I doubted, but man. And not all humans, but the ones with no compassion for others. The ones that have to put others down or hurt them. The narcissist. The kind who thinks he's above others.
So, back to my story...After the lady started staying here and I watched the man closer, I began to notice odd little things about him. He offered the beautiful lady a place to stay, but left her daughter in the flooded house with no place to go. She would drop by here to visit her Mom, but mostly when the man was away. They often sat out beneath my limbs and talked.
There was two foot of water in the house the girl stayed in. She would wade to the stairs after work and sleep upstairs. In the mornings, she would wade out, walk half a mile to her car then drive an hour to college. He never offered her a place to stay. He basically acted like she didn't exist. Luckily, after awhile, the girl found a house to rent. Funny that when the lady loaned the girl a radio that belonged to the man, he was mad. She thought that since the girl had no tv or radio...and no one used that one, it would be ok. She was embarrassed but forced to ask for it to be returned.
He was very protective of his things. They made a deal after she sold her house, they would build a building to share. She could have studio/craft space and he would have a workshop. She put in her money only to have padlocks put on the doors. She was only allowed to enter if he went with her.
He removed her tools from the house and locked them up. He screened the phone calls, even unplugged the phones for days at a time without her knowing. And things just got worse and worse.
From the outside looking in, everything seemed fine. They covered well. When people were around, he doted on her...people were fooled, but not this old oak tree.