My goddaughter, Imami Barnes, when she was a little girl, and I were walking through the cemetery near our house, and I told her that there were songs out there that were never sung, sermons that were never preached, inventions that were never discovered, poems that were never written, and ideas that were never shared.
The cemetery is perhaps, the richest place in the world. People are buried there with more potential than we would ever know. Well, on November 1st, 2019, I celebrated my eighty-first birthday. A long time ago, I decided that although I was only one person, I was one. I could not do everything, I could do something. What I could do, by the grace of God, I would do. And I did.
After I left the cemetery, I came to my office, read the scriptures. Prayed, and asked God what I should do for that day. He said what He always does. “Floyd, give somebody something.” So, I did. I didn’t have any money, but I had a compliment, a strong handshake. a hug, and a smile. I celebrated people.
I have learned so much from so many, and I have received far more than I have, or will ever give. My only daughter, Jennifer, surprised me on my birthday and brought with her a card with eighty-one dollars in it. The card read, “Dad, I’m proud to be your daughter. No matter what life brought our way, you always cared and loved us with your whole heart. That’s why I ‘ll always feel so glad and blessed that a man as special as you are my dad.”
I have four children, three boys and a girl. But it seems that girls are always special to their fathers. And, Jennifer is special to me.