I'm Just Saying

Dr. Paul Perkins

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For an author writing is as necessary as breathing. They don't write for money or to court literary fame, but because they believe they have something to say. It matters not that anyone will read or listen, the words must be written, and if in the process someone is blessed -- all the more wonderful

Dr. Perkins has written for a long time, but only recently has sought to publish his work and venture into new genres. He believes in education, finally earning his doctorate at the age of 55. He believes that learning never ends, giving fodder to the imagination and breathing life into the characters on his page. His hope is to continue telling stories for a new generation of readers and aspiring authors.

Dr. Perkins' first novel is "Centurion: From glory to glory", but is not his first book. He has written "Legacy to my sons", "The Lost Shepherd", "The prayer of a transformed life", "The Cost", and a verity of Christian Youth Devotionals. 

My Wife Says I Am Spoiled

My wife told me this morning that I am spoiled. If that is a fair evaluation, I have to say that it isn't my fault. Spoiledness is an ailment brought about by others who over love an individual to the point of obsession. So all those haters out there (my brothers who say that I am spoiled) it isn't my fault.

My mother started it, of course. If you ask my brothers it was because she loved me best or because I am the "good" son, but that is not a fair assessment. It wasn't that she loved me best it was that I responded to the spoiling with an approving demeanor. In other words she felt good fawning over me because I was overly appreciative. It was reciprocal. She did something for me and I said thank you. She did something for me because I said thank you. I said thank you because she did something for me. See how it works.

I am going to mention names here, but only because it is necessary to prove my point. Lori and Denise Talley's (they are married now) mother spoiled me. Whenever I went over to their house for a meal she most always fixed corn. She new I loved corn, and was always ready to make it for me even when her daughters said that she spoiled me. I was overly appreciative and she liked me. How is that my fault?

I have a friend, Nancy Rocha, in Aledo, Illinois. She was the secretary at the church I pastored. She was always bringing me homemade soup. I loved her homemade noodle soup. So much so I actually told Rebecca it was better then hers (I know that could have been a mistake). Rebecca told Nancy that she spoiled me. How is that my fault?

That brings me back to my wife. Is it my fault that Rebecca loves me so much that she bakes me cookies, fixes me wonderful Saturday morning breakfasts, and goes out of her way to bring me something extra while at work? Is it my fault that she takes the time irons my shirts for me, or sew on a button at the last minute (even when I said it wasn't necessary)? Is it my fault to be the recipient of so much overly enthusiastic love?

Of course, there is a negative side to spoiledness, and that is a lack of appreciation. The tantrum throwing, leg kicking, screaming children (and adults) who don't get their way gives us appreciative spoiled a bad name.

So, to all those people out their who have gone out of their way to express their abundant kindness to me I just want to say THANKS and THANKS. Don't let the jealous and unappreciative people knock you down. Don't let others stifle your gift of giving. Stand firm, be bold, and know that I appreciate you. I'm just saying...