#roadofsteel – Finally the first Chapter

Here is a short snippet of my book

“I don’t know where the words will come from,
I don’t know what to expect, but this is what I know….
This is my story…a story of hate, love and hope… This is my #roadofsteel.”
Every one of us has story to tell, a road to walk. I am no different from the guy next to me. Or at least, not in too many ways. I am Willie Viljoen, born somewhere in South Africa in the late seventies. 1979 to be specific. This is MY story, my road that I walked…. My #roadofsteel.
I am not going to bore you with my life details. I am fast forwarding to THAT day…The day I made the decision to take my life back. The day when my #roadofsteel started taking a turn. I was at a very bad space in my life at that moment. I started questioning everything around me… started questioning myself…my GOD…my existence… What is my PURPOSE? What makes me tick? What makes me happy? I soon came to realize that I don’t know myself at all…And
that scared the living daylights out of me! If I don’t know myself, how can I expect anybody else to get to know me?
I was unhappy in my job, my life’s decisions…I felt trapped and everything in my life turned to shit at that stage. I was on my way to work that morning, when I made that decision. “Screw this
shit! I am taking my life back! I cannot be placed on this earth just to work, pay bills and still feel broke, empty and worthless! I mean, REALLY!!?? There must be more to life than that!?”
So I decided to make a few drastic changes. First of all, I need to get to know myself. Pronto! I need to spent time with myself, the people that matters most in my life as well as my career.
Eish! I didn’t even get chance to take a pee at that stage in my life. Everything was a rush every day! “Time for all those fancy luxuries?” Really? Well, YES! I have a choice though. Two actually! Either make it happen, or die trying. ‘Cause I cannot go on
like this! Life sucks too much! That day I prayed for the first time in a long time. And I mean really long time. I also mean,
PRAY. Not the little prayer you shoot up to keep you calm and not kill the dude that drives like an asshole! I’m talking about the real McCoy! That one where you feel you are standing in front
of HIM and have a discussion. At that moment I felt I had nothing too loose. I might as well go big and fall through HIS door, and plead my case! So I did! “God, I’m sorry, but I think we need to have a talk. I know I have been a little bit scares, I’m sorry! But I have come to a point where I am starting to question your abilities to run everything,
and I don’t mean to disrespect YOU at all. I just think that maybe you kind of forgot about me. Could it be possible?”, was just the start. “I am sorry God, if I disappointed you so much that you are punishing me like this. Please tell me what I need to do, to fix this. Please!”
I remember clearly what popped into my head at that moment. It was a joke that I remembered… “This guy was praying the one night. Pleading God to let him win the lottery. Making all the
promises of doing “good” with the money and everything.
So, late that night, he hears a voice calling out his name. At first he thought he was dreaming. Until he heard the voice again…and again. He suddenly remembered a story from the bible with some guy and a burning bush with a voice that came from the bush.
“Yes God. It’s me!” he quickly answered. “Buy a ticket!!” the voice answered.
I picked up on the humor in that one quickly, and I couldn’t help getting the feeling that God does have a sense of humor. And so I am sharing my story…


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