Freckles' Fabarkations, Rebarks and Jacktoids

He Came Back!

March 5th 2011 8:24 pm
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Hi pups out there in Dogsterland! hope your weekend is going well...
Here is something that may take some time to read, but it is touching and inspiring, too.



Please take the time to read this. I wanted to hurry up and read it, but God slowed me down and I read the whole thing. Guess what, God does what God always does, he blessed me and now it is your turn to be blessed.

CARL

Carl was a quiet man.. He didn't talk much.
He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake.

Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years,
No one could really say they knew him very well.

Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning.
The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.

He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.

Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII,
He may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.

When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.

He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened..

He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him.
Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked,
"Would you like a drink from the hose?"

The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile.

As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down.
As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.

Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg.
He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him.
Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it.
"Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.

Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head.
"Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday."

His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose.
He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water..

Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl, what are you doing?"
"I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply.

Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel.
Carl was a man from a different time and place.

A few weeks later the three returned.. Just as before their threat was unchallenged.
Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.

This time they didn't rob him.
They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.

When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.

Carl just watched them.
Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.

The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him.
He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.

As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.

"Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time."

The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.

"What's this?" Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back.
Even the money in your wallet" "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?"

The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you we picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate."

He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back."

He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street.

Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago..

He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather.

In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.

The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life.

In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden."

The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden." The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door.

Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said.

The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl.

He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."

The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.

During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.

One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday."

"Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?"

"Carl," he replied.

That's the whole gospel message simply stated.

Wow! That was powerful, don't you agree?

---
Last night it poured rain...and then some. Everything was a mud pie in our yard, but esp in the driveway, which is not paved. Growlmy's van even got stuck in the mud! The menfolk here had to push it out!
Good grief!

After a bit of a let up, in which I actually had a dry walk, it started to snow! OMD Here we go again!
Now the grass is all covered up again. GRRR!

All week boss boy and unfurbro have been here, since it was their 'spring break', but it wasn't really spring like. They have to go back to college tomorrow. I shall miss them, esp boss boy!
They tried to clean up the tree that had come down in the last storm, but it was jammed in the ground from its impact and they couldn't budge it. So in the warmer weather we will have to get a chainsaw to do the job...hopefully the neighbours will let us borrow theirs!

Deer have been romping around in our area, 2 of them were in the open field next door. So I ran out and barked my insults at them but they just rudely flicked their tails at me and sauntered off...
And...Mr Todd, the fox is back!
He was running out in that same field where I saw the deer. OMD! I ran out very fast and barked at him so long growlmy thought I would get hoarse.
But he took my messages seriously and ran away...
Growlmy said he is so handsome with his red fur coat and bushy tail. Wonder what he had for dinner tonight?
I think I will have less bunnies and other fauna to chase/bark at due to that fox being around...

Well, it is late, so I need to go and make some adjustments to my nest-bed and send myself off to night-night land...

Woofs!

 
 

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Barked by: COOPER (Dogster Member)

March 5th 2011 at 9:02 pm

Oh yes, it was powerful. Made mom's
eyes leaky.

More snow! Ick! Enough is enough already!

Bark 'hello' to Mr. Todd for us!
Barked by: Fizzy (Dogster Member)

March 5th 2011 at 9:15 pm

That was a very beautiful story, MJF! The one about Carl, not Growlmy's van getting stuck in the mud bol!!
Barked by: Lucy (Dogster Member)

March 5th 2011 at 9:56 pm

What a beautiful story Freckles! Thanks for sharing it!
We hope you get nicer warmer dryer weather soon!
It's been a very harsh winter for our friends up north.
Barked by: Hershey (Dogster Member)

March 5th 2011 at 10:12 pm

Thanks fur passing that along, Freckles! Light always overcomes darkness!
Barked by: REDFORD (Dogster Member)

March 5th 2011 at 10:25 pm

Amen, Hershey!
Barked by: Wrinkles (RIP) (Dogster Member)

March 6th 2011 at 7:51 am

Mommy LOVES those kind of stories. They touch her soul.
Barked by: ♥ Anya ♥ (Dogster Member)

March 6th 2011 at 1:16 pm

Amen again, Hershey!
SNOW?!? I love it, but my Mom doesn't. Here's hoping you receive warm, summy weather soon!

~Anya
Barked by: Pepper - CGC (Dogster Member)

March 6th 2011 at 4:33 pm

Lovely, thanks fur sharin', MrJack!
Barked by: MrJackFreckles~SirLick-a-Lot (Dogster Member)

March 6th 2011 at 10:14 pm

...did not see Mr Fox today...he must be a transient...

Glad you all liked my long reprint.
Perhaps I will 'publish' more of these things, now and then.

Today was nice and sunny! Yeah! But kind of cold, still, right now it is about 18F here.

Woofs!
Barked by: ✨ Whitley ✨ (Dogster Member)

March 7th 2011 at 1:11 am

I liked your story Freckles. We're getting lotsa rain here too - it's like a lake out there!
Barked by: ✨ Finley ✨ (Dogster Member)

March 7th 2011 at 1:28 am

Loved the story about Carl....

Sure hope Spring comes soon to you up there in the frozen North...and stays!!
Barked by: ✨ Finley ✨ (Dogster Member)

March 7th 2011 at 1:29 am

Loved the story about Carl....

Sure hope Spring comes soon to you up there in the frozen North...and stays!!
Barked by: Angel Petey- In Loving Memory (Dogster Member)

March 7th 2011 at 5:00 am

Thank you for sharing with us!
Barked by: Wendy G

March 7th 2011 at 8:33 am

Yu an' yur Gwowlmy always share da bestest stories ♥ Fank yu ❀


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