A Soul Made Of Mercy, A tribute To George Barnwell.
A Tribute To George Barnwell.
Written by: Winston Moctar
In a time when no one paid any mind to my existence whether I lived or died, a friend showed up, which I ignored, he was however no worse off for it. Well, I am here today talking bout the soul I later saw in that person, and this person is George Barnwell the taylor an acquaintance I never gave the opportunity to be a friend to me but took his kindness for granted. A soul that I could now appreciate as I am decades older, and see life much differently, a true friend indeed. Maybe at that time I was not ready to see my soldiers in the theatre granting their effort to save me, or the logger chopping trees for my future house or furniture, or the farmer or fisherman either for that matter, because their efforts were not direct, nor spontaneous, but indirect, hidden behind the scene if you will, even though beneficial to me in many ways in the long run. This man’s dealings with me was profound as I came to realise in time. This phenomenal awakening came to me as I realised he at no point of our friendship ever wanted anything from me, the reason being he was self sufficient, yet generous to a fault. I came to realise this part of him as I ventured out into the world and got acquainted with it and saw how the other half behaved. and saw there was no comparison between it and him and others I used to know. As I begun to see and compare the different personalities in this new light I found upon me, I slowly at first begun to see more people that acted like I acted and I despised it. Then as I looked back I could clearly see easily, a pattern of a person that stood head and shoulder far above the rest effortlessly. As someone who did not set his young sights on becoming the president of a country, becoming pretentious, or forgetting promises made, nor one who headed a large corporation, doctor or lawyer, but as one who remained approachable and available to offer his help and friendship directly to those in need. as might have been the case when he observed my struggle in the trenches of my life, where I was, poor, beaten down and without any hope of a good future to talk about and offered his friendship . A young man who went about his daily life as a taylor, and one who was filled with the light that mercy brings, that only a seeing person can may be sent and so bring to shine on a soul such as myself. During the brief period we travelled on the same road of life I did not see in him as possessing the same demeanor as many, or better still he did not see or might have ignored the common faults in me. For this reason he always made an effort to elevate my spirit, it’s as though he knew my state of mind, and reached out to me each time offering a bright thought and a useful solution to my present dilemma. Of course I did not reciprocate, I was young, hasty and foolish at only twenty three years old and had plans of my own, so hastily avoided any suggestions he might put forward to me about him teaching me the trade he had mastered and us going into business together as partner and brother.
Instead I partnered up with another of his friends he introduced me to named Hilton and opened up the Heat Wave, a nite club on Broad St. Lacytown a suburb in Georgetown Guyana. My main reason for choosing to was that it seem to fit well with my lifestyle at the time as musician, that is, of drinking, and the late night music scene, etc. The nite club flopped after a while as predicted by many since we both lacked the discipline necessary for a successful business and I never saw either friend again. I didn’t think of them much if any at all, until years after when I finally grew up and started looking back, and there was George again, smiling as usual as if to say you are forgiven for all the mistakes he had witnessed me make back in the day. George even though it might be too late now, where ever you are ol buddy, live well my brother, you are truly a man among men, and I was fortunate to have known you.
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