FINDING BEAUTY IN UNEXPECTED PLACES, part 1

Betty and Tommy walked into our church one Sunday many years ago.  Tommy was a special needs child a young teen. I loved doing visitation so I made a visit to their home.  There on the couch lay Jake, obviously in a hangover.  During many visits, I would find him in the same place and the same condition. 

Do you ever feel superior?  How about when you see a redneck’s cracker box trailer?  Or when you see a car standing on cinder blocks?  Seeing teens with pants dragging?  Or a obese couch potato?  Three rooms decorated with sea shells?

Betty and Jake’s home was neat and the yard was uncluttered. The rooms were very small but orderly. They did not appear to be deprived of necessities.

I did love those people and I visited them a lot doing a few helpful things like taking Betty to the doctor.  She had cancer.  She cooked the most delicious fried potatoes and often had them cooking when I came in. 

She lost the cancer battle.  She had three adult children, two sons and one daughter.  Her family asked me to sing “Where Roses Never Fade” as one son played the guitar.  Tommy remained with Jake, at least for a short time. I don’t know how long.

I continued to visit Jake a few times.  God put compassion in my heart for him.  What caused Jake to hit the bottle?  What if someone had offered help earlier?  What if? 

I ask myself “what if.” 

What if my parents had not decided to drive me the fourteen miles to catch the bus to go to high school?

What if my daddy had not paid my college bill up front?

What if my first boss had not had a heart of gold?

What if I had had polio?

What if my mom had died when I was six?

There came a time when Jake was gone.  I called his son, who told me that his dad had got off the alcohol and he believed he had made things right with the Lord at the end. 

That’s good.

(follow Jake’s story next time)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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7 Responses to FINDING BEAUTY IN UNEXPECTED PLACES, part 1

  1. JoAnna says:

    This is a powerful post and a wonderful message! I am grateful for your honesty which makes me look at when I have felt superior, no matter how quickly I brushed that away. The “what ifs ” are a good remedy. We are all human. Just a couple steps further off the winding path, and I could have easily become an alcoholic Thank God there is help, and recovery is possible.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thank you so much for the added commentary to my post. We all need daily reminders that “there but for the grace of God, go I.” Whose quote? I don’t know. But it is truth.

  2. Athira says:

    Beautiful post…
    Stay blessed

  3. Faye says:

    Beautiful story. Thank you. i will be pleased if you write more.

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Thank you. Part 2 will be on in a couple of hours – unless I go back to sleep and sleep through it. 😀

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