Drivel Over Coffee #256 3/10/2015

“Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian anymore than going to the garage makes you a car.” Laurence J. Peter

Hi all. Don’t you just love this weather? FANTASTIC!!!! Buckle up here we go. Where, I have no idea.

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?”

The young boy was apologetic. “Please, mister…please, I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,” He pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop…” With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. “It’s my brother,” he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.”

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. “Thank you and may God bless you,” the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: “Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!” God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It’s our choice to listen or not. Very possibly the reason the side of my head is flat.

Betcha didn’t know I had amnesia once – or maybe twice. I also used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure. Last spring I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. I didn’t know what to feed it.

So I have been having this radiation thingie. I’ve got 9 treatments in the book so far. Every Monday the “Glow in the Dark” doc meets with me. It is always the same. “Any questions?” he asks. I reply, “Yes.” I proceed to ask them and basically get some weird answer. Like yesterday I asked, “Well, Doc are the treatments having any positive effects?” “Well”, he says going out the door, “We will know in 10 to 15 years won’t we?” Sorry, not unless you dig me up.

Did you hear…..? One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice “Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?” The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t dear,” she said. “I have to sleep in Daddy’s room.” A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: “The big sissy.”

I’m sitting at Coffeesmiths in my usual spot in the corner. It isn’t unusual for me to get a seat in the corner with a wall behind me for security. It is a sixties thing you see. I learned that one way to stay alive was to keep all potential enemies in front of you. I follow that to this day. I have my laptop and iPad hooked up for research. This is where I usually create the blog for the week. I have a playlist of songs that play through my headphones. My playlist includes the songs that are my absolute favorites of all time. I play these over and over. Groups like the Eagles, The Lettermen, The Brothers Four, Elton John, The Beatles, Bob Dylan, CCR and on and on. I can block out all distractions with my tunes and I really get to grooving. My head bobs up and down; side to side. The Eagles “Take It to the Limit” is playing. I notice an elderly couple (probably mid-seventies or so) sitting a couple of tables away. The lady, who is facing me, is checking my gyrations out of the corner of her eye. Curiosity gets the better of her and she approaches to ask me basically just what the heck I am doing.

Removing the ear plugs and laying them on the table, I ask her to have a seat. “Ma’am, I am sixty-nine years old physically and a Vietnam Vet. I don’t talk about it much because people who have not seen, felt, or smelled war simply cannot understand. She caught me in the right mood so I explained my gyrations. I babbled for a few minutes when I was done she put her hand on my arm and quietly said, “God bless you, thank you for your sacrifice. Enjoy your corner of the world.” With that she was off. Now there was a person who understood that more than “service” it is really was a lifetime of sacrifice. That was pretty cool I thought and greatly appreciated the visit.

Kids say the darndest things or so I have be told. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children’s sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, “That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?” The little girl replied, directly into the pastor’s clip-on microphone, “Yes, and my Mom says it’s a b*tch to iron.”

Believe it or not. A man, his wife and his mother-in-law went on vacation to the Holy Land. While they were there, the mother-in-law passed away. The undertaker told them, “You can have her shipped home for $5,000, or you can bury her here in the Holy Land for $150.00.” The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped home. The undertaker asked, “Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your mother-in-law home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and spend only $150.00?” The man replied, “A man died here 2000 years ago, was buried here and three days later he rose from the dead. I just can’t take that chance.”
Remember, there is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I’m doing it as a public service. (Refer back to the story above). Now, until we meet again. -TA!