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David

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About Me

I am but who I am, a man. We all think we are something we are not....so i choose to let you determine who i am.....by my actions, my love and my faith...both in god and in the human spirit....the future is bright,if you allow it to shine...mountains were made to climb....horizons and sky lines to be appreciated....we all have struggles in life, some battles we lose and some we win....the thing i have learned is to never give up....god forgives,we just need to learn to forgive ourselves....easier said than done i know....the two things i love more than anything on this earth....a little hiccup, and a number 8....there is meaning behind that and only the people whom need to understand .... will...i love you both...to the rest of you, i hope you enjoy my page, and i pray you will find something encouraging on it... god bless...


LAST NIGHT; THE MOON WAS SO FULL,IT LOOKED AS IF IT COULD FILL THE ENTIRE SKY. I COULD SEE YOUR FACES IN IT. SMILING, YET SADDENED, I COULD FEEL YOUR PAIN.CONFUSED BY ME, BY MY ACTIONS, AND BY LIFE IN GENERAL.SOMEONE SAID THAT THERE ARE BUT TWO KINDS OF PAIN. PAIN FROM HARD WORK, AND THE PAIN OF REGRET. I CARRY BOTH WITH ME...I ALLOW GUILT TO DESTROY ME..I RELY ON FAITH TO REBUILD ME. IT FORCES ME TO LIVE A LONELY LIFE. I OFTEN ASK MYSELF...WHY.. AS I AM SURE YOU HAVE ASKED YOUR MOTHER...I STILL HAVE NOT FOUND THE ANSWER.. I AM AFRAID, NOT OF FAILURE BUT OF SUCCESS.I HAVE BEEN TOLD OVER THE YEARS THAT I AM MY FATHERS SON, I TELL YOU; NEITHER OF YOU ARE ANYTHING OR ANYONE BUT WHOM YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE....YOU ARE LOVED BY ME, YOU ARE MISSED BY ME,YOU ARE PROTECTED BY HER, RESPECT THAT.TIME WILL SORT THIS OUT....BELIEVE IN ME, BELIEVE IN HER, BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES, AND BELIEVE IN GOD...LAST NIGHT THE MOON WAS SO FULL AND I COULD SEE YOUR FACES IN IT... I BELIEVE... DAD

My Interests

God, family and laughter.


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A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy talking with someone else at the moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question."Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick..and I want to buy a miracle.""I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist."His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little."Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?""I don 't know ," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.""How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly."And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.""Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. "He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place."That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents ....plus the faith of a little chil d.In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.Today I pass the friendship ball to you.Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.MY OATH TO YOU...When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.When you are worried.....I will give you hope.When you are confused.....I will help you cope.And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.This is my oath.....I pledge till the end. Why, you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.Signed: GOD

I'd like to meet:

a real life saint...the very essence of kindness...the person who is as christ like as a human can be...a person so devoted to not a religion but too a relationship with god... and no time soon, but definately in the future id like to meet jesus face to face..with the hope of spending eternity with him

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A testimony….rough- enoughIll start by saying I was a good kid….brought up in South Charleston ,West Virginia, in a housing projects called Parkland Terrace…..I lived with my two brothers and my mother whom pretty much raised us herself. We were all pretty active in our local church, The First Church of the Nazarene. The reason I mention this is to make it clear; God has been apart of my life all of my life. We also went to different church organized camps. Although we were poor my mother provided the best she could. We moved to Florida when I was about twelve….. So the story goes, I moved away from my mother back to west Virginia, to live with my grandmother at the age of thirteen I was smoking and selling marijuana, smoking opium and drinking anything I could get my hands on. By this time I had forgotten who god was, for that matter I had forgotten who I was. I was living a highly fantasized life of a thug. Tv made it look good, and poverty made it real. I did however escape the life only to find it again and again .Only as life progressed so did my drugs of choice, and likewise the decisions I made were horrible. I was abusive in every manner of my life. Self centered, hard headed, stubborn, and just to put it bluntly ignorant. By the time I was thirty I had been addicted to coccaine ,divorced ,and separated from anyone who used to care about me. Drugs do take everything….drugs are all consuming. I have owned my own company, I have had so many opportunities only to relapse again. But the good news is ….god never left me….so lets review, Alcoholic…….. Drug addict Self consumed sinner….and I said, GOD never left me, It was January the 8th 2007 in the Gallagher church of the Nazarene when he called me to the altar ….I stand before you today…….FORGIVEN….. I cannot say why I’ve written this , except my god said to……if there is anything ive learned its to obey my lord and savior, he has held my hand all along and I will not forsake him again …….it is a privilege to serve my god , I truly hope this will inspire any who may read it……in god there is hope…in faith there is strength, and in salvation there is love……..David Saylor

Music:

From Barry White to George Jones


Introduction to poemthis was written last year ...during some flooding that occurred .. creek west virginia..which is where the church i attend is located.. so i could see first hand how it affected the community..the waters were ripping downstream forcing there way literally right up to peoples front doors.. the fear was sincere.. lots of people were affected by these rising waters and it inspired me to write this...I was thinking this morning as I left church…. Of The legitimate concerns people of our community are facing today… With the waters rising as they are; all could be lost…. For the members of our community that don’t know god; They already are…and Its times like this That we choose to seek god… And with good reason…we should want his protection And we should definitely turn our problems over to him… However it got me to thinking that all of this started with one drop of rain… One single drop of rain was joined by another And then another drop of rain, until finally a puddle formed And from that puddle A stream….and then a creek, a river and finally a sea I know, this sounds like science class….just bear with me for a minute… You see we all expect miracles We look and expect blessings each day But if we look closer we will see That they are already here…Try to imagine… What if you were one drop of rain? What if I was another drop? Together we were the puddle that built the stream That with still even others we built the creek the river even the sea… Then ….how far could we the body of Christ We the puddle… the creek… How far then could our floods reach?WE THE BODYThis creek… We call the paint Flows with last weeks snow And this mornings dew Downstream into the mouth of its Future existence Yet I wander What of its pastAs it fell From Its natural highs Forcefully downward From our fathers sky A single drop, Its rain; I know Yet I witness As a body it flowsI a man Can be this drop For in his word The means are taught I will be The rain That flows The hand a mouth Perhaps its toesYou can be A part as well Together growing His spirit dwells The waters rise Its crest increased With passion With love Within our reachIt is only As we will see The hope in faith What it could be This mouth … The voice… These words… The truth…. This body…. The vessel…This heart… The groom…. This faith… The bride… This love… The peace…. Forever insideI will share What I have seen What I have read What I believe Christ my savior Lives in meWe the body The creek The same The vessel He chose To spread his name His blood be shed Not in vain For in his will I shall remainWe as a church As a whole can be A drop of rain A river A sea In worship in prayer Or in praise of his name Shouting to heaven Thanks for the rain…..David Saylor Jr.

Movies:

Anything that makes you think, like The Sixth Sense and Lucky number Sleven.the bourne trilogy....most westerns


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Television:

House, 24, Sports Center, The History Channel, National Geographic and the Western channel.


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A KING AND HIS THRONEWhen hope is deferred Then too is life..... Without our god We live in strife.... Hopelessly, wandering Until we reach hell..... Then only then Are we willing too tell.... That our god lives And he gave his son.... He breathed us life His will be done..... For fear it’s too late I beg thee now.... Find him… Our father, And at his feet bow.... Ask for forgiveness Receive the same... Stand now my brother And praise his name.... Its faith That will save us And deliver us home.... At the feet of our father A king and his throne…...David Saylor Jr.

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.............anything by louis lamour....modern poetry.....and i am currently reading the entire bible for the first time ever...i must admit leviticus is a slow read..but well worth it in the end...whoever said rules were made to be broken...has a better understanding than most, because all through the book i continue to read how forgiving our father is..isnt it great to be loved....to be saved and to be in the grace of god...

Heroes:

My Mom, my brothers and believe it or not, my ex-wife.My uncle Daniel, for teaching me what is to be a man...and Jesus is my ultimate hero.THE PEOPLE WHO DEFEND THIS COUNTRY..MEN AND WOMEN OF ALL NATIONALITIES AND BACKGROUNDS...WAR IS REAL...PRAY FOR OUR SOLDIERS Humvee Escapes Disaster
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___________________________________________________ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE... BELIEVE IN YOURSELF....IN OTHERS...AND IN GOD...PLEASE READ THIS...I WROTE IT...While sitting in a men’s recovery meeting yesterday, the word glamorizing was used, and immediately the gentleman was pounced upon as if he desired to relapse. I however thought glamour could be used to benefit in this type of discussion. You see….. I feel as if I have been the major star, in a big glamorous Hollywood production. Not only did I get the leading role but was the feature attraction in a true blockbuster film. I was on top of the world, higher than any mountain. My name up in lights, For the world to see, I have arrived. It was during this time that I lost interest in the day to day things that had got me to the point I was at. I began to forget people’s names. I stopped returning phone calls. I didn’t even send birthday or Christmas cards. You see at this point I didn’t need anyone. Hell I didn’t care about anyone. So the movie was a hit, and I celebrated. Boy did I celebrate! Fast cars, lots of money, and oh the girls. The old saying comes to mind,” sex, drugs, and rock n roll.” I threw myself into this all consuming lifestyle, until one day I realized that I was completely lost in it. Until one day there was a knock on my door, they were there to foreclose on my house! Damn! Let me get some things and ill drive over to my family’s house….Wait where’s my car? What do you mean it was repossessed? I guess ill have to call a cab. Where’s my wallet? How can I be broke? I’m the star! Needless to say I was Alone, homeless, without a dime! Wow, I don’t even have someone to call. For you see in the process of becoming lost, the people that used to care had given up hope. They had considered me unreachable. Wasn’t that the way I made it. Even my agent refused my calls. Said I was too difficult to deal with. I wasn’t reliable. He even said, and I quote “I cannot trust you anymore, that I had my or his best interest at heart.” Well now I’m starting to think…..ok ill just try a smaller part, maybe a local play, if I have to ill do magic tricks on the street. I have always been gifted at deceiving people. That’s it ill show them, on my own! In the next few years I played some serious roles. Small time plays, but never the less intense. I was stabbed in one, shot at twice in another. I even played the homeless drug addict that was eventually arrested and thrown in jail! Now that was glamour! Funny thing is no one was ever around to see it. There wasn’t anyone around to share it with. I wandered if my kids new I was alive? I should call them……tomorrow…… Now here I am years later …. Having finally realized it was all an act, an act that cost me everything, Including my wife and kids. I’m not the main star, not the best supporting actor, I’m not even an extra on the set. I had to give it up. You see it fogged my mind. It blinded me. I lost focus on what really mattered. The whole thing was a trap. I invested years of my life in convincing myself That Hollywood was the answer. I was wrong. The real answer is not alcohol. It isn’t cocaine! It isn’t any chemically based substance. All of these things are Hollywood! Don’t get caught up in the euphoria of the hype. Don’t allow yourself to be drawn in! If you have…it’s not too late. For even I have written a new play. This one is based on my real life, and it started on bended knees. You see the only way I could foresee, was to give it all to him! Praise my god, Thank him too. I’m alive to share my story. I stand here now on my own holding my head up high. I’ve rebuilt some of the relationships that I had thought were gone. I’m looking forward to fixing more. My testimony is strong, because it’s true! I am but what I make myself to be, not an image not an actor, just a man. I am a man who believes in god, has asked for forgiveness and believes with all his heart, that it was granted. I am alive for the first time ever. I found my inner peace. I wake up each day and look in the mirror; I am real, I am worthy, I am sober. I must leave you now…..The phone is ringing. It might be my agent………my sponsor…..my pastor…. One day it will be my kids………Thank you Jesus! So I ask you, what will it be? Heaven or Hollywood?