Saturday, October 16, 2010

Uses of Chapstick

We had this great 10-year-old cat named Jack
who just recently died. Jack was a great cat,
and the kids would carry him around
and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him.
He used to hang out and nap all day long
on the mat in our bathroom.
We have three kids, and at the time of this story,
they were 4 years old, 3 years old, and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loved Chapstick. LOVED it.
He kept asking to use my Chapstick and then would lose it.
Finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom
I keep my Chapstick and explained he could use it
whenever he wanted to, but he needed to put it
right back in the drawer after he finished.
That year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around
and try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on.
My two boys were fighting over the toy in the cereal box.
I was trying to nurse my little one at the same time
I was putting on my make-up. Everything was a mess,
and everyone had long forgotten that this was a wonderful
day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally had the older one and the baby loaded in the car
and I was looking for Eli. I searched everywhere and
I finally went into the bathroom. There was Eli.
He was applying my Chapstick very carefully to Jack's ... rear end.
Eli looked right into my eyes and said, "Chapped."
Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right
their little bottoms do look pretty chapped. And, frankly,
Jack didn't seem to mind. The only question to ask at
that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done
that to the cat's behind or the hundredth!?!
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever
because it reminds us that no matter how hard
we try to civilize these glorious little creatures,
there will always be that day when you realize
they've been using your Chapstick on the cat's butt.

Monday, October 11, 2010

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.