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The Fourth Necessity


The three necessities necessary for a human being are food, clothing, and shelter. What about Love? Without Love there is no chef who came from a poor household where every night his mother went to sleep hungry and cold but somehow made it possible for that little chef to eat all of the meat and veggies his tummy could hold. For without Love that little chef would not have made a promise. “I’ll make you the best meal Ma! I’m talkin’ red beans and rice, pork chops, and fried okra.” For without Love, the little chef has no inspiration. Without Love there is no tailor who was raised in a foster home with nothing to wear but rags, torn jeans, and shoes with a hole in the sole. He ran and played with the other kids; they played street hockey, soccer, and even football From when the sun rose, until it would fall. A best friend invited the little tailor For dinner at his place But the parents kept him out, felt his rags were a disgrace. For without Love That little tailor would not have made a promise. “I’ll make the best clothes ever! I’m talkin’ creased khakis and a scarf with a powder blue sweater!” For without Love, the little tailor has no inspiration. Without Love there is no carpenter who lived in a trailer with Mom and Dad. Well Daddy drank too much, and that made Mommy mad. The little carpenter sat in his room on a single mattress he lied while Dad went out drunk and Mom sat and cried. A storm took their trailer Wind, lightning, and rain It was none other than The mighty hurricane. For without Love that little carpenter would not have made a promise. “I’ll build the biggest house for this family! I’m talkin’ 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, so we can all live happily!” For without Love, the little carpenter has no inspiration. Don’t try to tell me there are only three necessities to life because I’ll call you a liar. What does the heart desire? What makes you want a husband or a wife? What wakes you up every morning and lets you sleep at night? What’s purer than a dove? That’s right; it’s Love.
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