David was just a lad.

A typical last born,

Eager to grow up

Earnest in his pursuits

Awkward in his steps.

His veins ran quick

With the blood of a warrior

Something inescapable within him

Seemed to always draw him to battle,

Yet he found himself running errands

For those that actually engaged in them.

Instead of a spear

He left home on that fateful day

Carrying food for his military brothers,

Knowing this was as close to the action

As he could get.

Yet on this unlikely path,

David, like most of us,

Had no idea he was walking right

Into the crosshairs of destiny.

He began that day

With bread in his hands

And ended it clenching

Goliath’s head.