David Marshall 
Passing Through 
Book Number 4

To feel sorry for my sin, to feel such regret over my action, my intention, as to change one mind about my life story, repentant.
I wrote my life story Passing Through book 1 too, and three it was true, but I left out something out. I didnt put in my book about when my grandmother, she was so good. But I didnt put in my book, and after I left school and got marry to Barbara Jean and came to Chicago, Illinois, with my wife and got a job as dishwasher at Nelsen Cafeteria. My father in law, he got the job. His name is David Stallword.

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Life of David L. Marshall, from the first time as his grandmother had told him about when God put him onto God’s world and how she had to raise him and care, protect, and kept him safe in order to grow and to protect himself. She had nothing that made him had anything, but one thing that his grandmother and him had was God and Jesus.
Now every creation of God first came from a baby then grow to a child, they had to live. As a child they had done things, that the other that grown up can’t understand why a child do strange things. Come on they understand why, they was a child before they pass on to kind of grown up, in God and Jesus eyes you are still a child. Now, the older you get, the more you mature you see behind you what you did now don’t make any sense, but did at that time you did it, being a child. But as a little older, you still done things, a day or two passes; you wish you could take it back, still growing up. Now, some never grow up, some keep those child ways. I call them silly, trapped into the way of growing up.
Now don’t be frightened to show a child the right way, remember you was once a child, someone showed you. If someone hadn’t showed you, you could not have said that first word, daddy. Mother always pushed into your little mind, “Say Daddy.”
“Can you say Daddy?” That was the word your mother wanted you to know first daddy. She know you know who your mother are. She wants you to know him Daddy. And some, today, don’t know who is the daddy, all they have and know are what Mother said, still some don’t know.
I want to tell you a story an old man told me: His name was Ollie Smith. He said a man had left his wife for another woman, and he had to pay child support every week, then when his daughter got older and he had to pay that last child support check, he made it out and gave it to his daughter, and said to her, tell your mother that is the last check she will get, then take a look at the expression on her face. She took the check to her mother and told her what the daddy said, the mother told her daughter to go back and tell him, that he pay her twenty years for a daughter that was not his, and look at his face.
Now, what I am saying are, don’t never believe what you hear, and nothing what you see it is not what it seem. And never trust in what you see or what you hear, and donÕt forget this, that in God we trust, and all the other, we monitor.
I remember one day a young man that put me on to idea to call what I write about Passing Through; he calls me an old man. I said ‘every second, minute and every day you walk each mile, and get up every morning, some day some young man or young lady will say those same words to you.’
And what burn me up when someone talk about what they own, we don’t own any thing, Take the soul and the body you should be protecting, you don’t even own that.