howard c. brown

Thomas Johnson had finally arrived, or so it seemed; especially since he could have just about everything he wanted, even his fantasy girl. You would think he had it made. But then again, truth has a way of unsettling facades fashioned by the most careful of constructs. Were you to ask him, things like this were not supposed to happen to people like him. He was from a respectable family, a Christian household nonetheless. That alone should have exempted him from having to 'beg bread', or so he was taught in church growing up. But after a couple of years denial, there was no hiding the fact that he was homeless. Then as if out of the blue, the miraculous happens. Suddenly he finds himself in the lap of luxury. At long last he could return home, better yet, looking like he had fulfilled all his childhood promise. The only thng was, to what would he attribute his great success? People would want to know. Thus begins the pretense that for him would have a humiliating end. Adding to his dismay, he finds out that his fantasy girll (an unlikely perk of his newfound wealth) is not all that he thought her to be. But along his path to redemption he makes some rather important discoveries: one concerning his God, another pertaining to true love, and yet another about just being himself.