Good deeds two, too!

Continuing with good deeds.

I feel so good when I have a chance to do a good deed. There is a satisfaction of the heart.

If you  read ‘Roses are Read’ as I have for a long time, you will find GOOD advice for life. A good deed in writing is a Good deed.

I have heard the statement (sometimes true), NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED! but not always. Most of the time just the smile  is a great reward.

Once we lived in a trailer park on Hampton Blvd. in Norfolk. We were right beside the train tracks where they crossed the Blvd. Just West of the Destroyer and Sub piers. There was a freezing rain falling and I noticed the RR arms were down, red lights flashing, and no train. Traffic was backing up.

I walked out to the road and with little effort raised the arms. The ice had weighed them down. I stood there in the cold as the traffic went by. I had not dressed to stay out long. After about 15 minutes I had to let them down again. I got horns and the finger, as I walked off smiling. I didn’t feel badly after the reaction of my peers.

I once had a load of plywood on my truck. I had not secured it well, and when I pulled out onto the highway my heart sunk, I lost my load in the middle of the road. The first guy up to the load jumped out and helped me reload. I tried to pay him, he said ‘no need, just help someone else’.

As God is my witness it wasn’t a week, the same spot, I helped a guy reload a load of OSB (same size as plywood) at the same spot. He said, “You will never know how much I appreciate this.”

I said “Yes I do!” and told him about the week before, we laughed and said good bye. Then I felt real good.

(Me, Kenneth, Eileen and Sherry, much later on one of our cross country trips)

A good friend, Kenneth Conrad, farmer in Missouri, taught me a lot about good neighbors. He was continually helping his neighbor, Mr. Dodd, who was a very wealthy and very old man. Once on Sunday morning 8-10 degrees in a Missouri Winter, Mr. Dodd needed help getting a cow tangled in barbed wire that had fell thru the ice on the little brook. Ken stripped out of his Sunday clothes, down to his shorts and jumped in and wrestled the cow out. Then drove quickly back to his house to dry off and redress and come on to church. One of the many tales of Kenneth & Eileen Conrad’s good deeds.

Farmers, country folk, men and women of the soil, you cannot beat them.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

As Bear Bryant said in a few post back:

“It don’t cost nothing to be nice.”

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