I heard a story today that made my eyes water. Sam is retired from the Air Force and from Yellow Freight. He is 72 years old. Every morning he takes his grandson to the school where I work. He waits in his car for 6 hours until his grandson is out of school. He gets out, walks around and talks my ears off sometimes. Anyone would be lucky to have a granddad like Sam.
Today, Sam was telling me how he met his wife of 52 years and how much he still loves her. Shit made my eyes water. He was on leave from the Air Force during the time of the Korean War, he was visiting his gf in Paris, Texas. Sam knew this wasn't gonna be the girl he married, so he decided to leave early. Sam prayed out loud to God to find him a wife. As he got on the Greyhound Bus to go back home to Mobile, Alabama, he laid eyes on one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen. She lived in Dallas. Sam persuaded her to let him sit down beside her (he's a very persuasive man). During the bus ride, he got her address after pestering her long enough. She had prayed the same thing that he did that day before she got on that bus. He wrote her letters from Puerto Rico for 6 months and then surprised her by coming home early and not telling her. They were married 2 weeks later. Well, I don't know if that had anything to do with God, but it's a damn good and happy story.