He was a neighborhood kid turned man with big hands, born then raised within twenty minutes of everything he ever knew. People around him called him Little Rufus. No rhyme or reason because he wasn’t exactly named after anyone by the same name, at least not that he knew.
Little Rufus got around. Everyone knew. Where Little Rufus was trouble soon followed. Thing is no matter what Rufus got involved in he had one cardinal rule. Never own it. Never tell it. Never give it up. And that is how he lived his life. His entire life within twenty minutes of everything he ever knew. His time spent running from his truth.
One day again trouble found Rufus or vice versus, who really knew. Common pattern though - don’t own it, don’t tell it, never give it up.
This day, an angel was sent and sat down beside Rufus as he sat on the side of the road contemplating his next denials. She whispered something only he could hear. She spoke sweetly and with gingerly eloquence. The angel whispered this. “It matters not what they know of you; it matters most what you know of yourself. It is what you know and deny that will hold you forever prisoner.”
And then as quickly as she appeared she was gone. All that within twenty minutes of everything he ever knew.