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This is the story of Ted (Roosevelt) Sullen, a Sharecroppers Son. In the story of his life and upbringing, you learn that real American spirit comes in all packages. He overcame his tough upbringing in the rural south only to endure the horrors of Vietnam but never let any of it dampen his internal light.
This book teaches you that there are Heroes walking among us every day, if we just take the time to look.
"A touching and heartfelt story of a man who overcame many obstacles but didn't see it that way. He kept moving forward with his entire heart and lived life to the fullest! I loved this story! I am going to share this story with my four children because I want them to know how life was for some and how they can overcome anything in life and still succeed!" Michelle Glover Author of "Hot Button Motivation"
"A Sharecroppers Son is a celebration of enormous fortitude not only for Ted, but for the Author as well. Enlightening, poignant and compelling, Ted's personal story of perseverance, touched my heart and reminded me why this life is worth living. He is an amazing man and a true champion, with a wonderful story to tell. Not only did this book capture my heart, but it will capture yours." Cynthia Sharp Author of "P.S. You are Loved"
"Ted's is a beautiful, amazing life story. As much as I enjoyed the process, I turned each page with more and more inspiration drawn from his passion and compassion. He epitomizes selflessness. Right from the first chapter he looks beyond his circumstances with both inner-peace and strength." Cynthia Askew Editor
BLUE JEW PRE VIEW
Eventually I became a Medic on C-141 planes and the C-130 planes. We transported injured servicemen and prisoners of war. We prepared the planes to receive the patients, then loaded and secured all the patients and tended to them the entire time we were flying. Just like a hospital but in a small, cramped, space and with less equipment. I sure saw a lot and experienced a lot during these flights. Coping with it all was a huge thing for me to figure out. Imagine touching the life of an injured serviceman and having his life in your hands for eighteen hours while you airlifted them to the safety of the hospital in Japan. You became attached, grew intimate, heard dying wishes and definitely became deeply impacted, wondering once you dropped then off, what happened to them. You never found out; you were too busy moving on to the next airplane load of soldiers.
The entire time you had soldiers on the plane you were working; standing on your feet for sometimes ten to fifteen hours straight. However, during the long flights back to Vietnam, to pick up more injured soldiers, the plane was empty and there was much time to contemplate. There was so much time to think about the soldiers, my family and my loneliness. All of these thoughts and emotions led me to begin writing poetry about what I was experiencing during the Vietnam War.
The soldiers, their injuries, war, dying, my longing for my family; it was all a lot for an old country boy to take. Writing my poetry became my form of therapy and a way to release thoughts and feelings. The poetry may sound very romantic to you, but you should know I was writing it to get my feelings on paper. I needed to make it sweet rather than express the true horror that I saw each day.
During the times I was longing for my family, it helped me so much to write my feelings down through poems. It’s pretty amazing that a sharecropper’s son, who had no real, formal education, found poetry to express himself.
a personal note from Bruce :)
Ted Sullen, many wouldn't have ever thought to ask a real estate agent from Century 21 All Professional about his background but when your two sons, Jack & Jesse seem to love hiding under his desk while they are with you in the office and immediately greet such an example of a good man as he comes in the door with "Hi Ted" and smiles on both of their faces and his paternal exchanges that truly makes you know we are all Brothers and Sisters in one big family, how can you let such an example be ignored?. Teds story inspired so many beginnings of The PITE Project and created the base for Ted Talks and everything TED has evolved into. Ted Sullens "experience" was the inspiration for TED Talks format and selection of backgrounds from all over this world we live in. How would I know that? Put It Together Eventually. :)
While the Vietnam experience had him longing for his spitfire of a lifetime love, mate and small but full of soul for sure, Anjetter Sullen who I know he lost in life but has eternally in his heart (she wouldn't have it any other way), I think it was if I remember right upon his return from duty when he is approaching their home on Tamoshanter Way and finds instead of a welcoming wife, a new family living where he last saw his life. :) Mrs. Ted Sullen had gone and relocated them to a new home. And I just remember him smiling telling me the story.
Or maybe I got that one confused with him coming home and finding a brand new car in the garage and realizing he had just bought his love a not so shabby set of new wheels and he was even as kind as to pay cash to make it more convenient. He like most of us men just have that condition that makes us first question something before realizing it was all our mistakes for misunderstanding how we must have missed a few moments that day and knowing we would have done it anyway, just thank those we love for saving us that whole process of being involved in any way and give gratitude for their taking care of it for us. I think that's how the script goes, I sometimes forget the exact words. :) That;s what a good man does for good love that was a reward sent from above just for him. Just let it Be. :)
I'll share some more later about a man I will always consider a good friend and someone I respect on so many levels and that has been the base for the beginnings of my crazy idea but for now, I can't think of anyone else I would recommend as a Hometown Hero, that sets a true example, the Golden Example for Greatness. :)
--Can't wait to see your story on the screen my friend, you know whats coming next I am sure. :)
With Love, Praise and Gratitude
Bruce Edgar Slaton Jr
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Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.
The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: “I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!”
The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. “I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in the world!”
The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. “I don’t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.”
Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.
The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, “This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell.
“Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest. I shall hold wonderful treasure!” the first tree said.
The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, “This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell.
“Now I shall sail mighty waters!” thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!”
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven.
But the woodcutter never even looked up. “Any kind of tree will do for me,” he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter’s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals.
The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.
The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail on an ocean, or even a river; instead, she was taken to a little lake.
The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard.
“What happened?” the once tall tree wondered. “All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God...”
Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.
But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox.
“I wish I could make a cradle for him,” her husband whispered.
The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. “This manger is beautiful,” she said.
And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake.
Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain.
The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, “Peace.” The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun.
And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man’s hands to her.
She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.
But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth tremble with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything.
It had made the third tree strong.
And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.
That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
The next time you feel down because you didn’t get what you want, sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.