This
is a wonderful story and it is true. You will be glad that you read
it.
It
happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun
resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue
ocean.
Old
Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in
his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the
pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of
the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's
gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end
of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of
shrimp.
Before
long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white
dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that
lanky frame standing there on the end of the
pier.
Before
long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering
and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry
birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a
smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In
a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He
stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time
and place.
When
he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a
few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the
stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way
down to the end of the beach and on
home.
If
you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the
water, Ed might seem like
'
a
funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just
another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls
with a bucket full of shrimp.
To
the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They
can seem altogether unimportant....maybe even a lot of
nonsense.
Old
folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and
Busters.
Most
of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida ...
That's too bad. They'd do well to know him
better.
His
full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero in World War I,
and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the
Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of
the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life
raft.
Captain
Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the
Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they
fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No
food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew
where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America
millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be
found alive.
The
men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple
devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie
leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged
on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the
raft...suddenly Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It
was a seagull!
Old
Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next
move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed
to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and
his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight
men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught
fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the cycle continued.
With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the
rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at
sea.
Eddie
Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot
the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never
stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he
would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a
heart full of gratitude.
Reference:
(Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp...221,
225-226)
PS:
Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he
was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first
ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew
missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American
hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices
that brave men have endured for your
freedom.
As
you can see, I chose to pass it on. It is a great story that many
don't know...
You've
got to be careful with old guys; you just never know what they have
done during their
lifetime.
Subject: [club_cafe] Fw: OLD MAN AND A BUCKET OF
SHRIMP
Subject:OLD MAN AND A BUCKET OF
SHRIMP
Old
Man and a Bucket of Shrimp
This
is a wonderful story and it is true. You will be glad that you read
it.
It
happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun
resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue
ocean.
Old
Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in
his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the
pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of
the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's
gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end
of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of
shrimp.
Before
long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white
dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that
lanky frame standing there on the end of the
pier.
Before
long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering
and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry
birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a
smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In
a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He
stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time
and place.
When
he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a
few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the
stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way
down to the end of the beach and on
home.
If
you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the
water, Ed might seem like
'
a
funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just
another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls
with a bucket full of shrimp.
To
the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They
can seem altogether unimportant....maybe even a lot of
nonsense.
Old
folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and
Busters.
Most
of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida ...
That's too bad. They'd do well to know him
better.
His
full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero in World War I,
and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the
Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of
the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life
raft.
Captain
Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the
Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they
fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No
food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew
where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America
millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be
found alive.
The
men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple
devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie
leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged
on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the
raft...suddenly Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It
was a seagull!
Old
Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next
move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed
to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and
his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight
men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught
fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the cycle continued.
With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the
rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at
sea.
Eddie
Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot
the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never
stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he
would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a
heart full of gratitude.
Reference:
(Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp...221,
225-226)
PS:
Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he
was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first
ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew
missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American
hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices
that brave men have endured for your
freedom.
As
you can see, I chose to pass it on. It is a great story that many
don't know...
You've
got to be careful with old guys; you just never know what they have
done during their
lifetime.