Okay, Here's the Whole Truth

That blog didn't create much interest. Reckon if the real story was as insinuated, I wouldn't be sharing it!

The truth is: I was returning to my home town on a bus (you remember those...Greyhound, Trailways, etc.) on an overnight trip. Somewhere along the way this cute sweet Air Force guy got on and took the seat beside me. So we visited and then we fell asleep. I woke up and found out he was asleep with his head on my shoulder. I was very careful not to move because, after all, he was a hero. When we reached my hometown, he woke up. And that was pretty much it!

An Overnight Whatever

Loopdeloops recently shared a diary entry with us. I got out my diary from 1955 and 1956. . By the way, I am rather fascinated by the Truth, The Whole Truth, and Nothing But the Truth. This is the truth. Tomorrow or someday, I will tell you the whole truth.

July 23, 1956 ....met cutest sweetest Air Force guy. We hit if off together fine. Don't know his name. Can't forget him.

July 24, 1956: Talked with Air Force boy til dawn, then slept. He put his head on my shoulder. Offered to buy my breakfast.

Any comments? What do you think this is about? Please, jump to a conclusion!

Small Town, Big People

Years ago, my sister and I both worked in a nearby smaller town. One day after work we ran into each other in the variety store. While we were visiting, the owner of the nearby shoe store came in looking for my sister, as he had given her the wrong box for her shoes. After he left I commented about the special people in small towns and how that wouldn't have happened in a city. She told me about the time her husband had called the local dentist to say that he would be too late getting there to pick up his partial plate. The dentist told him to not worry, that he could just pick it up at the flower shop next door.

My Four Things I Do

Flower of the Family wants me to tell 4 things about myself that no one knows, not even family. But if I do, then family will know!



1. I have restless toes, not legs, toes.



2. In my head I go back to previous conversations and rewind them.



3. I talk myself through my chores sometimes, step by step.



4. Sometimes I create scenarios, such as, what if that bicyclist falls over into the traffic lane. What would I do if I were the one to rescue him. I think it through step by step. You see, that way if that happens, I'll be prepared. This isn't a worry or fear thing, though. Kinda like writing a story in my mind. :) I'm always successful.



I'm even weirder than I thought!

TRUE SPIRIT OF GIVING

Darlene Franklin posted about wonderful people helping in the time of need. It reminded me of an incident several years ago in our church. A single mother with one daughter at home was having a hard time. She never complained that I can remember. Our church announced that we were collecting for a grocery shower for one of our families. She went home and practically cleaned out her cupboards and brought a big box of stuff. Was she ever surprised when she found out the grocery shower was for HER! That to me symbolizes the true spirit of giving and sharing. That is her gift and she honored God by sharing what little she had with someone else (she thought).

Old Man Tuck

Many years ago there was an elderly man living in a nursing home. The story was that he had been transferred from one of the prisons because he had become wheelchair bound and required a lot of assistance. I guess they figured he wouldn't run away. He had killed a man during a fight over a poker game. Sounds like the wild wild West, doesn't it? He was a nice old guy and soon started coming to our church services there. There was another Baptist church also doing services there, on a different Sunday, of course. We very patiently talked to him, answered his questions, and prayed for him. One day, after several months, one of the workers from the OTHER church came up to me one day and told me that Tuck had gotten saved during their church service earlier that week! I was thrilled! But I was also a little jealous. I wanted him to get saved during OUR church service! Isn't that pitiful? One of his arguments was that he had done something so terrible that even God couldn't forgive him. Goes to show how much better it is for God to be in control, instead of us. PTL