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Just a drop of water

Good evening all – Well I have been trying to get by to say hello to everyine tonight. I wanted to last night but ended upstairs at friends. They are moving this weekend and I am quite distressed. It was lil dog and my favorite place to visit. They will stay in the same city but it’s not the same as walking upstairs when I need someone to talk to. <sigh> They keep giving me things too. Last night I came home with a water fountain. It will be great on the porch with the plants. They have BIG cats. I will try to get a picture of them this weekend.
 
Not much else going on to brag about. No big plans other than to babysit tomorrow for 6 year old twin boys. Say a prayer for me because they are wound tight and bounce off of each other. Last time I had to send them to their room and they were there for 5 minutes AFTER they stopped yelling. Yikes. They have sweet hearts they are just high energy boys. This time they go outside to play for at least two hours. LOL I don’t mind sitting outside watching them. Maybe they will burn off some of that energy. Any suggestions? I already had one but duct tape and closets aren’t allowed LOL.
 
I have lots of picture in my camera to be developed so maybe next week I can post them. I have lizards (for Lizzie of course) some pretty birds and dragon flies. I’m also looking for a new song. When the right one comes along, you will know. 
 
Well, here’s something from the archieves. I am serious when I say tissue warning.
  
 
Tissue Warning – I did not write this but it is so sweet

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.

Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn’t see some rain soon…we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn’t walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort … trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen…as he was obviously doing important work and didn’t need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them … maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him… he didn’t even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy’s hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn’t ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.

His little eyes just filled with tears. "I’m not wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him…with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops…and more drops…and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don’t really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can’t argue with that… I’m not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm…just like the actions of one little boy saved another.

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8 responses »

  1. I remember that and it is a sweet dear story.  I know how it feels to lose someone so close and connected and dear as a friend.  The good part is, they ARE still in the same town.  No..you can\’t go upstairs but you can pick up the phone and make a time to go over or invite them to your place of course.  I know how you feel though and I know you already realize what you can do.  I\’m just sayin\’.  .  It\’s hurty.  :\’-(

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  2. Let\’s see, for the boys, don\’t give them anything to eat or drink with sugar or caffeine in it, is my suggestion.

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  3. Having raised 2 boys at different times, both with ADHD it can be trying. Find some boxes. Cardboard boxes. Duct tape, I think you already mentioned that ;/). Let them build a fort, put an old sheet over it to make a tent, shady play area. Give them crayons to decorate their creation, for goodness sake don\’t give them markers!
     
    Have fun, see life from their view point, young and lower to the ground. Everything looks bigger from down there. Have a blessed weekend my friend.

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  4. Sorry to hear ya friends are moving.  At least they\’ll still be in the same city and will be just a phone call away.   Twin 6 yr old boys – what can I say?  Catfish has excellent suggestions as does Beth.  Hope ya survive.  Thanks for sharing the beautiful story.  Have a great day.

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  5. Sorry you friend is moving.  The boys.  I think Catfish has the answer.  When we bought a new stove the grandkids playes with the box for two weeks.  They put in windows (crayon drawings of course) drew furniture and alll sorts of things.  Really kept them busy.
    Have a good day.

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  6.  my son was a bit hiper active as a child he liked drinks of a certain colour.. red  thedoctor pointed out that the addative used affected some children so no red cola or tizer  and no hiper child..the duct tape and broom cupboard sound ok…

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  7. Thanks for the tissue warning but it didn\’t help!  LOL
     
    Duct tape and closet??  Go for it!  You\’ll only have to do it once!
     
    When the Alpha version of Chrome comes out, I\’ll let you know.
     
    Have a Wonderful weekend and keep an eye on Ike!

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  8. One of the best posts I\’ve read in years.  One would have to have a stone cold heart not to be touched by this tender life story.
     
    John

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