<TITLE>06. Par 20-21</TITLE>L-20 For instance: if the woman of an ill-fame, that she said, "There was a time that I was a good, righteous, moral girl. And on a certain night, or a certain place, a certain thing happened." And since that time, she's been on the wrong road. Her life has been marred with sin and blackness, and darkness; and only judgment waits her. But she can remember from that certain time it happened when she took the wrong road.
The--The drunk man tonight on the streets that's trying to drink his sorrows away, you might pick him up...
Like, I was down on the bowery here some time ago, in New York, the great center of the drunken people. I was walking with a certain minister. And there laid a man, oh, just plenty of men, harmless, helpless, laying there with their front of their cloths all wet, and the--and the beards all over their faces, and just in a terrible condition. And they were perfectly harmless.
And this minister said, "Pick that one up, and just ask him."
And I went over to this man, which was laying with one foot across a bumper of a car, and his head laying down on the street. And where that he had been unable to--to--to go at times of the--to the rest room... And oh, he was just in a terrible condition. And I took a hold of him. And I said, "Can you speak?" And he wouldn't make me no answer.
So the minister got down. He knowed more about how to deal with him. And he asked him, "Who are you." And finally he got him roused up enough, till he'd say, "If you'll buy me a drink..." And come to find out, he could point his finger to the bank that he used to be president of.
Well, he said, "We are preachers. Could you tell me what took place."
"If you'll promise me a drink."
Well, we couldn't do that. I said, "I couldn't add sorrow to your sorrows. I want to help you."
Oh, his story, and he come home one night, and there was a--what he called a "Dear John" letter on the--the table. Then his wife had left him, and had... He loved her, and she had taken his children. And he was divorced. And she'd run away with another man. And he said, "I didn't know what to do, to shoot my brains out, or what to do, so I--I went down to the saloon." And from that time, there he was. That's all over the world.

L-21 The liar, you might take one, as I said to a man one day, that I thought was telling jokes... And come to find out that he told so many lies till he really believed them hisself.
And I said, "What makes you do that?" And I set down to talk with him. I said, "I want to ask you. Those stories are too wild for people to believe."
He said, "The first one I can ever remember telling," he said, "I was a little boy that was raised in a good home." And he said, "I went out and smoked corn silk cigarettes, just to be smart. And I'd eat some coffee to take it off of my breath." And he said, "I done it back behind the old chimney behind the house." And he said, "I will never forget. When mother caught me up and said to me, 'Sonny, let me smell your breath.' And I blowed my breath into her face, and she said, 'You've eat coffee to take something off of your breath. What have you been doing? Have you been smoking cigarettes?'" And he said, "Something told me to tell her the truth." He said, "But I said, 'No mama. I cross my heart. I haven't been smoking cigarettes.'" He said, "And from that time..." That started it.
We can all find something that begin at--at a certain time. And from then on, things was change.


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