Johnny Hue's

December 31, 2009

Yesterday’s words without a doubt were dedicated to the memory of a dear person; anyone reading the past missive would and in fact could probably recognise who that was and writely sow; we called her an angel. I miss her.

On this last day of this year, 2009, this next person too, has meant so much to not only mme, but to tons of people in more than one country, mmined you. Though the word ‘retired’ was put upon him not long ago, he’s definitely not even close to that past chore as of yet. His work continues full speed a head as we ‘speak’ simply because that’s who he is and has been for as long as many people can recall. This day, in mmy aye’s at least, is for him. Although unlike the last person who no longer is, this man in fact is still with us. No one can be more thankful for that than I. He’s more than a person can imagine as a close friend.

One more before this year is threw; a tribute rings then, if you will, ‘fore you, Johnny…

Today’s written; in revelation to the same kind of think; too, of course honour ring another individual. A dear friend. One whom I’ve met when in another of the most dire sir come stance is in the year 1994. I had just relocated to a rez in South Dakota after a short time being involved in a blitz build Jimmy Carter Work Project/ Habitat For Humanity… the story goes…

A few months after HFH, I was tightly gripping a running chain saw wild standing precariously up in a tree most of which was overhanging on a church rooftop. I was, amazingly enough, cutting this huge thing down, piece bye peace with the aid of no one or no thing except for a ‘rez truck’ which to its delicately attached rear bumper was a long rope that now with brains almost recovered I consider it had been dangerously tied to the aforementioned huge monstrosity. Needless to say, if this tree were to go in a different dire wrecked Shine then I was proposing, the aforementioned vehicle would have probably gone along with it and drastically so crashed into the church wall as well. The tree was one about to ‘TIMMMMMBERRRRRR’ down so to speak; when just seconds before I met this kind person.

He looked up, smiled, wave and yelled loud while introducing himself and welcoming mme to his town. He also asked what I was doing. Needless to say, things worked out just fine. The tree glided nicely to the turf and the rooftop of the church stayed intact. Not only that but out of its stump which I had left about three feet still protruding from Mother Earth; a sculpted three seat bench was cut from its core. A light bulb idea of thanking the trinity for saving the church roof.

Johnny is a saint of a person really although in reality’s definition, and perhaps in time as well, won never knows how this will work out due to his chosen vocation; but for the way this person lives his life and the many people whom I’ve also witnessed that he’s touched; a long list of admirers will be a legacy. A list that will embrace mostly the poor, unfortunate, without justice, sick, infirmed, down ‘n out, needy, knocking on deaths door, in a hell of a hurt then, now or forever and beyond on and on; it’s his calling to give a hand, his heart, a smile of you’re really, OK, he’s there ‘fore you no matter what. That’s who he is and has been ever since changing his originally intended vocation in the military.

This mman has always been ‘The light;’ everyone’s champion so to speak and most importantly he’s been the gift of any and many of humanities whirled of who could care less if we live or die?

He ALL ways does and proves it every single day of his life.

He’s traveled the world doing such things and no matter where he’s left his touch, his love for humanity has been left behind for those who have witnessed his amazing kindness; a soul like only a few before him have possessed and perhaps maybe only a few now or even in the future will be wholed.

The love and kindness he’s brought into others lives, the smiles he’s shared, the SELF he’s given endlessly and unconditionally, can only be compared to whomever one may think is their favourite remembrance of any person in their lifetime who has brought more than happiness, warmth and the gift of his heart opened to your page.

Johnny, a name he prefers even when wearing his white collar, which is almost never. He’s a very special person and sooooo close to the pinnacle of mmy list; one that only mmy mother takes precedence - of course ;o) Thank you pal.
This tribute is especially for you:

Johnny - Hue’s

Once upon ' Butte's St. John steps
first we met

the greeting – both’s time on
not soon forget
he bares - the souls find
shared
witness - enter kind

He showers us - enfolds width light
oft times views - graced in pearls night
uncondidtional love his rite
the visions – devotion, style
soul’s truth to his smile
such giving - ones self
know one can be
a more
a joy
observe shelf as he

he’d most likely retreat
to much humble inside
upon hearing these thoughts
he'd sooner abide
in the words that we too are
just as he is
yet
once i'mm in mme i
know that this biz
oft hoping
too further step
light
in his shoes
is a dream i may dream
when atuned too
his hues

a spectrum of voices - justice – too truth
one world speech - one word proof
love - him dearly
a kindness to reach
our Johnny K