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Authors note: Hello again, my faithful readers and reviewers. I hope that through this new fiction my mind has spontaneously created, you will find much enjoyment. I also pray that it will bring you new knowledge and understanding of such things you do not yet know (for this is ever my goal). And if you do already possess this knowledge, then I pray you will use my writing to expand your views.

However each one of you uses this work, know that if you have any questions, I would love to hear from you. Send me an email at any time, even if you just need a chat!

Oh, and by the way, this fiction is from Joseph's point of view. That is all I need to say.

But enough 'chit chat', let us now get down to business…

Prologue:

I have often contemplated death. What it means to die.

Why exactly we are born into a world of madness in which we must struggle through until we pass away.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. From ashes and dust to life where we begin to understand what it means to live, before turning to dust and ashes again. Is this not a pointless cycle?

Why fight to make a living? Why fight to make something of ourselves if we are just going to pass away into nothing?

Yes we may make it into a history book and live a life of fame, but so what? We will only fade into the past until it is only a few intellects that remember what we have accomplished. The rest of society will be too busy looking ahead to care about our few primitive thoughts. So why bother if it eventually comes to nothing?

There are nations that suffer from war, hate, famine and death. There are nations that live in peace but the people are never happy. Both nations have their time of joy, their moments of rest, but yet they often stumble back into darkness. The people of these nations may wait years for change, but change seems far off. Then suddenly, it happens! And the scale tilts the other way. But still the world is not rid of destruction.

Something my dying mother said to me when I was just a boy comes back to me now.

"Everything has its time".

It was all she said. And I have searched for its meaning ever since.

It wasn't until these past couple of years that I came even close to understanding her words. That is why I must tell you my tale first. Only then will you also see the light.

This is the story of Joseph Luca Romero. This is my story.

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I was born in Spain on the 22 December 1936, during the Spanish Civil War. The only thing my mother will tell me of those days is that we never lived in one place for very long. She said it was too dangerous for a widow to stay in one place for any length of time when she had to take care of her new son.

My mother Isabel Romero, God rest her soul, didn't speak of my father very often. Of course she told me I was named after him, Luca, meaning 'Carrier of light'. But not where he came from. Or where he went. From the small amount I was told by my mother, I was able to figure out that he went to fight in the Civil War, however I have never heard anything of him from anyone or anywhere. My father was, and always will be, a mystery.

But my mother I will always remember being such a strong and caring woman. She named me Joseph ('God will grow') Luca ('Carrier of Light') because she hoped that I would help bring peace into the hearts of men. She prayed that I would one day help men to see the fault of their destructive ways. I pray that her prayers will be answered.

My mother taught me everything in my childhood. She taught me my native tongue, Spanish, but also English. She taught me how to read and write in both languages, in fact, she taught me all I needed to know in my general education. But the things I most thank my mother for teaching me would be love, compassion, and forgiveness. Without these, I doubt I would have become the man I am today. Any wisdom a man may say I possess is all thanks to Isabel, my mother.

That is all I can, and will, tell you of my early years upon this earth. I will now move into my later years, when I was growing from a boy into a man. This was the time when my sheltered life was blown apart. This was when I truly began my journey.

A.N: Chapter 1 of 'Everything Has Its Time' coming soon…