The Wayward Son

Facing Your Fears, Part Four

There were four frightening events that happened in my life when I was very young.  They forever changed the way I lived my life going forward.  Like the legends of old the stories’ outcomes are about facing fear and finding the way to walk life’s path with courage and confidence.  I call these stories The Four Faces of Fear.  This is part four of my journey beyond fear.


Legend has it that the wayward son will come home only to leave again.

The Alabama sun was hot for September and the air shimmered in the heat.  The railroad tracks seemed to go on forever; the track was straight and disappeared into the distance.  The rocks crunched under my boots, the soles were wearing thin from the miles of walking and hours of working in the fields.

I spent most of the summer working the tobacco, cotton and cornfields.  I even worked a little in the peach orchards near home in South Carolina.  It was back breaking work for a teenager but it was something I needed.

The work was healing to my soul.  A soul that carried battle scars from the last few years of playing music on the road.  I put the essentials into a backpack, purchased two pairs of boots, one for hiking and one for working.  I then walked to the nearest highway and stuck my thumb out.

I traveled from the Carolinas to Shreveport working on farms for a little cash and meals.  I think it was more about getting to know myself and learning about life than finding myself.  I never felt like I was lost.  I felt alive and filled with a sense of adventure.  It was great to sit by a campfire miles from nowhere just listening to the night sounds, the whippoorwill and owl.  There is nothing more breathtaking than looking at the night sky while lying on your back.  I understood why Johnny Cash loved the sound of a train whistle.  It is a haunting sound, a sound that makes you want to go wherever the train would go.  You could feel the tracks rumbling way before you could see the train coming.

I spent many nights riding in a box car never knowing where I would be taken to.  There is no better sleep than the rocking of a freight train.  That was the summer that I lived my childhood dream of being like Tom Sawyer, and became a pilgrim on life’s highways and byways.  It was the summer that I lived life in the moment, going for the sake of going.  I had no destination in mind.  I sat by the campfires with families that travel the south to work the hot dusty fields.  It was the summer I left my childhood behind but carried my imagination with me on my journey.

The fall was upon us with the days cooler and the night carried a chill.  The railroad tracks were nearing my home.  I saw houses nearby where people I knew lived.  I would be home soon.  Mom would have an apple pie cooling in the window.  My dog would start barking as I neared the house.  I could see Mom looking out the window as she always did waiting for me to come home.

Point Of View

Sometimes we travel not to run from our fears but to run toward them, meeting them head-on.  We travel to learn of life and the mysteries and knowledge it may teach us.  My journey that summer changed my life forever.  It taught me that within me I had the strength to travel the road, the knowledge to make decisions that allowed me my adventure yet kept me safe.

Life can be faced the same way.  We can be bold and fearless and learn from the many places that the tracks take us.  Life provides for us many opportunities if we can embrace that sense of adventure and have the courage and faith to walk through the doors that life opens.  Most of all I learned how few things I really needed to be happy and that opportunities to help people be kind and caring would always be there in abundance.  My Mom called me her wayward son.  My Daddy just put his hand on my shoulder and smiled asking me where I was off to next.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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    • Indeed. Don’t laugh but I wanted to be a preacher but ended up being a drummer in a band for six years. Lots of time on the road

  1. It ‘s always a pleasure to read you.
    We travel to discover the world and see new places and different faces, hear unknown words and taste surprising foods. The desire to travel has always turned to the outside, towards the discovery of what is far from us.
    For many, however, traveling is also an introspective matter. Often the reasons for a departure arise internally, not externally. There are those who leave to escape from an unhappy life, those who feel suffocated by responsibilities and those who want to find answers to questions that have arisen within their hearts. Sometimes the destination is not even important: the only thing that matters is to travel and restart certain mechanisms of the soul that have stopped working in everyday life.
    Traveling in a conscious way always means turning your attention to what you have inside. We look at the world outside but we are careful to grasp every message that comes from within. And when we travel we continually find the time and the right situations to stop and think, re-elaborate and understand.
    It can happen that the journey changes us profoundly. Sometimes you have to go away to really learn to appreciate what you have around you every day, always.

  2. Beautifully expressed Larry and so nostalgic. There is something oh so special about coming home. The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.

    It took me over 25 years to “return home” after serving in as many countries. Yes, things changed, but as F. Scott Fitzgerald put it so nicely, “It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realized what’s changed is you.”

    BUT tearfully I remembered my mum saying, “I left the light in my heart on in case you ever wanted to come back home.”

    Then it dawned on me to realize how beautiful it is to travel until we come home and rests our head on our old, familiar pillow. Home is more than just a shelter, it’s where we love, it’s where we feel, it’s where we can be ourselves and it’s where life happens.

    • Thank you Jonathan it was a time of innocence and being without fear for me and a time of great learning and you nailed it in your response it was great to come home

  3. Wayward is usually a label put on a person who wanders without purpose. In your search for yourself you came to understand that helping others is the way to help yourself. I believe the ability to be a helper is a gift and it’s a gift to be used lavishly. You are a leader, yet you have never lost your sense of adventure in serving.

    • Thank you my dear friend. You are very kind. When I first walked down them railroad tracks the only thing in my mind was where do they go. The tracks were the teacher and giving was the lesson

  4. Your writing touches the chords of my heart, Dear Friend Larry! The urge to share your life’s wayword moments and use the same to deliver a strong message of persistence is truly an art you have mastered beyond doubt, Dear Sir!

    Thanks a lot for letting us in on one of your life’s (wayward) journies…

    • My greatest blessing in life is the friendship I have with you,Joel and Dennis along with the many great writers at Bizcatalyst360

    • Your presence, and that of Bharat, Joel and the rest of our remarkable Writers is our present, Larry…

    • Let us not forget, Dennis Sir, you are the biggest source of inspiration for us all. It is your continued support and appreciation that makes us put our thoughts in words.

      So, a huge round applause goes to you!

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