My girlfriend, who is married to a Marine from the Vietnam war emailed this to me. She is very proud of his service record and I’m proud to pass this along today. A story that I feel needs to be shared.
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 and then turn back to the old man and 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 and 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 told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and 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 and 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……. ‘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…& those who supported them.
America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall. If you don’t stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them! Remember, Freedom isn’t “Free” — thousands have paid the price so you can enjoy what you have today.
This August, as I have talked about before, my bratty kid sister will be turning 30. I have been checking out some more of the gift selections that she has asked for. Thank goodness for the Internet, it really has opened up a whole new world of musical instruments to me. There is such a great selection to be found online, versus what is available in the tiny music store that we have here in town. I still think that the guitar tailpiece is going to be the best option for me to purchase for her. I hope she enjoys this years gift and that she enjoys all the other gifts that she receives as well.
I couldn’t tell you what guitar tailpieces are used for, but I can say that they are not as expensive as I first feared. My kid sister is turning 30 in the middle of August and she let it be known that there were a couple of items that she would love to receive as gifts and a guitar tailpiece was one of those choices. It didn’t take long to find some good prices on all kinds of accessories for guitars, free shipping is always appealing for my online shopping. If it isn’t free, the shipping and handling can break you. Something that most of us have found out the hard (and expensive) way.
It’s crazy that she is turning 30. This whole thing is making me feel old. Being the big sister can have it’s advantages growing up and well into adult hood, actually. But the older we get, it really bites!
I want to take this time to give a “shout out” to two very gracious people, Ann & Ron, from King, N.C. which I had the pleasure of meeting two weeks ago at Judy’s house. Judy has been my best friend for over 40 years now, we met in the 4th grade and hit it off right off, we become inseparable instantly and I couldn’t ask for a better friend, ever.
Judy’s husband just recently passed away in his sleep, while at home. When I got the call I immediately hit the road and drove down to be with her during this crisis, to be able to help her and support her in any way that I possibly could. During my time there I met Ann and Ron and I was totally impressed with their kindness, their sense of humor and how wonderful they were by being there in total support for my girl Judy.
Ron and Ann, ride hard and ride free and God Bless!
Well it looks like we are off and running next month to spend a week at one of the best Myrtle Beach Hotels that we could find online, that is affordable along with all the amenities that we were looking for. Finding our Myrtle Beach Accomodations was a piece of cake using the Internet, where we found The Horizon Myrtle Beach Resort, which is where we have our reservations for this year’s fun in the sun. The beach will be right out our front door, with all that this wonderful ocean has to offer people to enjoy. And boy are we ready to enjoy all that it has to offer. We will be fishing, swimming, sun bathing for a whole week there soon.
Finding the best Myrtle Beach Accomodation for you doesn’t have to be a timely task with the Internet at your finger tips. No need for a travel agent either, just a few minutes online can do the trick nicely and in a timely fashion. Check out the website for The Horizon at 77th at Horizonmyrtlebeach.com and see all that it has to offer, and maybe we will see you there!