Charlie Shedd’s Five Kinds of Broken Things:

First: There’s the kind that when they’re broken no one can fix.

Second: There’s the kind that when they’re broken will fix themselves if we leave them alone.

Third: There’s the kind that when they’re broken someone else has to fix.

Fourth: There’s the kind that when they’re broken only God can fix.

Fifth: There’s the kind that when they’re broken we’ve got to fix.

Number One. A unbreakable plate, corelle, fell out of my hand the other day as I was attempting to place it in the cabinet where it belonged. It splattered into a jillion pieces. No possibility of repair. Maybe the fact that it was “unbreakable” made it splatter even more than a regular glass plate. My son tells me that tempered glass is very hard to break, but it is possible; however, it is not possible to cut oneself on broken tempered glass.

Estelle was a woman with a tempered heart. She had baked it rock hard. It did not cut her, at least we saw no blood. Perhaps she thought it was fixed as she walked among us for a while. She shared the condition of her heart. We thought we were “fixing” her. We weren’t. Estelle committed suicide. At last even her tempered heart was broken.

We couldn’t fix it.

We couldn’t fix it.

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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10 Responses to FIX IT IF YOU CAN, part 1

  1. C.A. Post says:

    Hard to “Like” a blog like this, but of course, what I mean is that I appreciate your posting it. I have several on my site about suicide that can be found by entering this word on the search button in my home page.
    The only ones who have access to truly change the heart are the Holy Ghost and the person whose heart is in need. The most we can do is stand by and pray that they will make the right choice. SOOO much power Father has put in our hands, to seal our destinies for eternity.
    ❤️&🙏, c.a.

    • oneta hayes says:

      In spite of the suicide, I have pretty good expectations of seeing Estelle in heaven. I do not believe she was just putting on a show. She just brought a lot of baggage along with her. I think there was a “husband” who would not share her new identity. More than she could carry. We cared for her very much, but I guess we didn’t discern the situation as it really was.

  2. This was a powerful post. Well done!

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  4. Salvageable says:

    I met Charlie Shedd back when I was a college student. Nice man. I was already determined to be a writer, but his encouragement helped. J.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I only remember the name, probably from newspaper columns. I was busy in those days. I can well image that he was a great inspiration to you. Perhaps not just a chance meeting. Maybe God decided to put a cherry on top of your Sundae that day. 😀

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