Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not really going anywhere, just walkin, thanks the same mister." I used to enjoy walks out in the countryside myself, so I thought it wasn't too odd. I told him if he ever needed a ride or help to flag me down and I would do whatever I could. He thanked me and went on his way.
A few weeks later I saw the boy walking, he didn't have his usual smile and was pacing rather that walking. He was me and frantically flagged me down. As I got closer I could see he was crying. I asked what was wrong. "My best friend just passed away. He was walking with me and just dropped, he's back by my house." He said through tears. I said hop in and I'll take you there.
The house was a small old farmhouse, with a larger driveway. I saw a dead dog just outside the driveway. "There!!There he is, that's Randy!" He exclaimed. I checked the animal, he had been dead for some time. I told the kid his dog was gone, but he needed to keep him in his heart. We both cried. We took Randy to his house, made a maker and buried him. I left feeling very blue.
After work that day a friend came by. Odd coincidence, his female dog had a litter a couple of months ago. One of the pups, they named Randy, and he was the spitting image of old Randy himself. I explained the whole situation to my friend Jim. Jim said it was not a coincidence and it was a sign. Jim said take Randy to that boy and tell him to take care of him.
I took him up to the house. The boy must have spotted me driving up the long drive and went out to greet me. When I opened the door, little Randy came barreling out of the car. "Randy!! You came back to me!!" The boy said with tears of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
Originally posted by ChessPraxisAll great power moves in cycles! 😀
Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not ...[text shortened]... rs of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
Originally posted by ChessPraxisGreat story! 🙂
Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not ...[text shortened]... rs of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
Originally posted by ChessPraxisIt's a lovely story!
Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not ...[text shortened]... rs of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
Originally posted by ChessPraxisWhat a beautiful story! 🙂
Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not ...[text shortened]... rs of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
Originally posted by ChessPraxisalternative ending,
Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not ...[text shortened]... rs of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
The house was a small old farmhouse, with a larger driveway. I saw a dead dog just outside the driveway. "There!!There he is, that's Randy!" He exclaimed. I checked the animal, he had been dead for some time. I told the kid his dog was gone, but he needed to keep him in his heart. I took out my Bowie knife and skinned him as he lay on that dirt path, made a Davy Crockett hat from his hide and tail. We both tried it on. We took what was left of Randy to his house and made a marker. I left feeling very cozy in my new fur hat.
Originally posted by ChessPraxisOne of your personal bests, CP. I'm unashamed to tell you that toward the end a little water came to the corner of my eyes.
Years ago, back in the middle 1970s I used to see a young man about 16 years of age and a large dog walking along the road. When cars would pass him on the other side, he made eye contact and waved. I saw him almost daily, walking along the road waving at cars.
One rainy day I saw him and pulled over. I asked if he could use a ride. He said, "I'm not ...[text shortened]... rs of joy. Life goes on.
(Not a competition entry, just an old man with a story to tell)
Originally posted by robbie carrobieThere's no need to continue proving that you're obnoxious. We're convinced.
alternative ending,
The house was a small old farmhouse, with a larger driveway. I saw a dead dog just outside the driveway. "There!!There he is, that's Randy!" He exclaimed. I checked the animal, he had been dead for some time. I told the kid his dog was gone, but he needed to keep him in his heart. I took out my Bowie knife and skinned him as h ...[text shortened]... at was left of Randy to his house and made a marker. I left feeling very cozy in my new fur hat.
