Tuesday, April 12, 2011

April 12, 2011 The Old Man

THE OLD  MAN 
   As I came out of  the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my  car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting  inside the car, with the door open.
   
     The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in  my car, and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five  feet away.
  
    I saw a young man  in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm walking towards the  old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too, and took a few steps  towards him.

I saw the old gentleman point to his open  hood and say something. The young man put his grocery bag into what looked  like a brand new Cadillac Escalade. He then turned back to the old  man. I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying:

     'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age.' And  then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of  the parking lot.
   
    I saw the old  gentleman pull out his handkerchief, and mop his brow as he went back  to his car and again looked at the engine.
    
    He then went to his wife and spoke with her;  he appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough, and I  approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight, and as I got  near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'
    
    He smiled sheepishly, and quietly nodded his  head. I looked under the hood myself, and knew that whatever the problem  was, it was beyond me. Looking around, I saw a gas station up the road,  and I told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the  station and went inside. I saw three attendants working on  cars. I approached one of them, and related the problem the old man had  with his car. I offered to pay them if they could follow me back down  and help him.
   
    The old man had  pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be  comforting his wife. When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for  my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine), I  spoke with the old gentleman.
   
     When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring  and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I  nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve  with?'

    He had mentioned that he served with the first  Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal   .

    He had hit all the big ones and retired from the  Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on  and saw the mechanics lower the hood. They came over to us as the old man  reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me. I told him I would  just put the bill on my AAA card..

    He still reached  for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and  address on it and I stuck it in my pocket. We all shook hands all around  again, and I said my goodbye's to his wife.
    
    I then told the two mechanics that I would  follow them back up to the station. Once at the station, I told them that  they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old  man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge  me
   
    One of them pulled out a card  from his pocket, looking exactly like the card the old man had given to  me. Both of the men told me then that they were Marine Corps Reserves.  Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them  told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I  would and drove off.
   
    For some  reason I had gone about two blocks, when I pulled over and took the card  out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the  old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name was  written:
'Congressional Medal of Honor  Society.' 
    I sat there  motionless, looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up  from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this  day, four Marines had all come together because one of us needed help. He  was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to  greatness and courage, and an honor to have been in his presence.  Remember, OLD men like him gave  you FREEDOM for America . Thanks to those who  served and still serve, and to all of those who supported them,  and who continue to support them.

Remember,  Freedom isn't Free. Thousands have paid the price, so that you can enjoy what you have today.
    
   
LET'S DO THIS:   JUST 19 WORDS:
   GOD OUR  FATHER, WALK THROUGH MY HOUSE AND TAKE AWAY ALL MY WORRIES; AND PLEASE  WATCH OVER AND HEAL MY FAMILY; AND PLEASE PROTECT OUR FREEDOMS, AND  WATCH OVER OUR TROOPS, WHO ARE DEFENDING THOSE  FREEDOMS. AMEN

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