He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother is a popular music ballad written by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell. It was a hit single for The Hollies in 1969 and for Neil Diamond in 1970. This classic was also released in the artistry of Clay Crosse, on his Stained Glass album - which is the first rendition I ever heard.
As a youth with no great understanding of life's sometimes cruel realities, I remember receiving a package from my Dad - a Veteran (US Marines) and no stranger to adversity - filled with greeting cards. These were not the words of Poe. There were no Shakespearean verses. Each card; each Cary Kard, was witten by my Dad. The cards came with a little note:
This is all I have to give. Sell these cards and you can keep whatever money you make.
I did not think I had what it took to plant the seeds my Father gave me; and slay the giants in my life. All I could see was the beanstalk; and I was afraid of heights. That was then.
Meet my Dad. He served this great country. We already know that Veterans are among the growing population of homeless in America, not only in Des Moines. My Dad inspired me to believe that the pen is mightier than the sword. He gave me something to believe in. America, he needs your help. Sometimes, poverty can make you bitter. But love, conquers all.
To honor my Dad for teaching me that lack is not a reason to doubt, I wrote the book, Fatih From My Father. He is one of few people who always encouraged me to be a writer. It was the only thing I enjoyed doing, although I was skilled in many things. After two college degrees and many jobs lost, I am still writing for my life. Please help me build a home for him. Until and unless my Dad has a house of his own, proceeds from every sale of Faith From My Father, will be given (100% of profits) to my Dad.
Faith From My Father
by Shenica Graham
EXCERPT from Faith From My Father : Verses Inspired by Lessons From Dad & God Our Heavenly Father by Shenica Graham
Living In America
They say poverty is a state of mind. Wouldn’t you like to know who they are? I mean, they must not know what it is like to live in a Los Angeles ghetto! Have you ever had one of those “…and all I got was this lousy [shirt]...” days? Welcome to my neighborhood in the 1980’s. I was too young to run away and too broke to do anything else. I could have gone to the only attraction on the block – the candy store, but I did that yesterday. I did that everyday; and all I got was a lousy, empty sack... or so I thought.
Unlike some people who say they never knew they were poor until someone else told them so, I did not need a translator. There are people in this country who have less than the means of what constitutes a living in America. As a child I did not always have shoes without holes in them. While our country sends aid to other continents, there are starving people right here and some of them do desperate things to escape their lives of this caliber. Some have only their heart's ambition to keep them going from day to day.
In my youth I did not know the sacrifices my parents made to give me more than they had at my age. We were poor. But, Dad always made a few dollars seem like a million bucks. While I was complaining about what was in my sack, Dad was trying to making sure that sack did not leak. Now that I am raising my own family, I understand. Thanks, Dad.
Faith From My Father makes a great book for Father’s Day, Dad’s birthday, or any occasion to honor Dad. Thanks for your help.
He's not heavy: He's my Father.