I met a man Today...

It was the end of May 2009. We were at convention waiting to go into a class. As I was standing there with my wife and mother and father. My mom whispered to my dad something. My dad was not moved by what my mom said, but my mom was so moved and agitated. Apparently her grandmother's (Jesse Wymore) pastor was standing to the right of us across the aisle. Now my great grandmother passed in 1975. So for this guy to be still alive I was very interested. All of a sudden I could hear my grandma Wymore's voice (Jesse's daughter in law) he was a crook and stole money from grandma and ended up with a lot of her antiques. Apparently my great grandmother started to loose her mind a lil as she got older and became very generous with her possessions and checkbook. This ol bekrepted pentecostal crook of a preacher would come over and give her a sad story so she would write him out a check, or her would so make over her antiques that she would send them home to him. Finally Grandpa had to take over the checkbook before this guy blead her dry. When Great grandma died the family couldnt find certain pieces of antiques that had belonged to both the Wymore side of the family and Helsey side of the family. They began to ask family friends about them etc. One dear lady said, I know where they are they are at pastor so-in-so's house, he bragging how she gave them to her.
This story I heard my whole life and now here was that ol bekrepted pentecostal crook of a preacher. I looked over and here was a little hunched over man. Pulling a oxygen cart. Looking frail and aged. I said that's the guy?, Im going to go talk to him. So to my family's shock I walked right over to him and introduced myself as Jesse Wymore's great grandson, he went a little white and asked why what congregation was she from. (I wanted to say she's the one who you stole from you ol bekrepted pentecostal crook of a preacher) I said she was in your Onterio church. Oh yes he said, my dear sweet Jesse. (whatever, a lil through up in my mouth) We talked for a moment and I told him about he family. I think I settled the issue for my generation and closing the book on this chapter for our family. As I walked away from the little pixy of a man, I wanted to say, Oh and when you die, could you please give back our families stuff. But I didn't, I forgave him instead.