Thankful For The “Little Giblets”

Published: Wednesday, November 27, 2013 at 09:21 AM.

            Sure, I’m thankful for family, friends, a roof over my head and that giblet gravy stuff you pour over the dressing. I appreciate to my core the very essence of Thanksgiving, which was instilled in me at an early age. I relish the memories of Thanksgivings past. But let’s not get carried away here with the big picture…..

            I’m also thankful my foot didn’t slip when me and Brewer hopped that west bound freight train rolling slowly through town. We couldn’t have been more than nine or ten and we had our hearts set on California……or at the very least, Oklahoma. I didn’t realize how much more difficult it was when the train was actually moving! I grabbed a metal bar on the side of a tanker and watched breathlessly as my feet dangled along the rails. I pulled myself up mostly because I was too afraid to let go! We hung on until the train stopped after an eleven mile ride to Trezevant.

            It was another bad idea gone awry. But we didn’t lose a limb. And nobody even seemed to have missed us. We caught a ride back home on one of Herschel Smith’s cement trucks and filed the whole incident under “no harm, no foul”. The memory is not exactly on par with drumsticks, honey baked ham and sweet potato pie but it is a memory!

            I’m thankful for the Bible Mom gave me for my birthday one year. It saved my life! David Mark was coming at me with a butcher knife. I can’t imagine what I had done that had made him so angry. Only brothers can provoke that much wrath in each other. I’d probably called him a sissy, or a ninny. Since I was older and stronger, he needed an equalizer. The knife was the first thing he saw. The Bible was the closet shield available. He stabbed, I protected. The blade went in the back, penetrating through the colored maps, the concordance, an outline of the life of Jesus and some suggested daily readings before coming to a halt in the seventeenth chapter of the book of John. 

            Now, David didn’t really mean me any harm. We were just “settling our differences” in an entertaining way. But even to this day, sometimes as I’m reading deep down in the red lettering, my mind ponders off into the “Divine Intervention” realm. And I remember Dave’s sharp sword sliced right through that verse that says “to give thanks in all things”!

            I’m thankful the first girl I ever dated is not the girl I ended up with.

I’m thankful I lived through my ninth grade football season. Listen, if you haven’t lined up opposite the likes of Tommy Herron, Bob Cassidy and Jim Williams, you won’t have a clue what I’m talking about here. They were big, bad, fast seniors. I was the little engine that couldn’t! Bob would hunt me up on the third team, scout defense and knock me flying. Before I could get a landing flap down, Jim would crash me nose first into the frozen turf. I would be straggling to my feet when Tommy ran right through me. Not over me, mind you, or around me…..I’m talking directly through me! He went in one side and came out the other!



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