teenagefrank
02-04-2008, 10:57 AM
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. Invariably, one of the gulls lands on his sea-bleached,
> weather-beaten hat - an old military hat he's been wearing for years.
>
> 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,
> "a
> guy that's a sandwich shy of a picnic," as my kids might say. 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 back in World
> War II. 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. 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.
>
> They 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. 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 - a very slight meal for eight men - of it. 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 lifesaving 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.
>
> (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm, pp.221, 225-226)
>
> PS: Eddie was also an Ace in WW I and started Eastern Airlines:eek::eek:
>
> 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. Invariably, one of the gulls lands on his sea-bleached,
> weather-beaten hat - an old military hat he's been wearing for years.
>
> 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,
> "a
> guy that's a sandwich shy of a picnic," as my kids might say. 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 back in World
> War II. 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. 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.
>
> They 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. 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 - a very slight meal for eight men - of it. 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 lifesaving 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.
>
> (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm, pp.221, 225-226)
>
> PS: Eddie was also an Ace in WW I and started Eastern Airlines:eek::eek:
>