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    January 17th, 2005
    Merry Christmas all ABW Member,

    This is a little long, but worth reading.

    <BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> The Filling Station

    The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been
    anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. He had no decorations, no
    tree, no lights. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas; just
    couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were no children in his life. His
    wife had gone.

    He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last
    hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man
    stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was
    known by his customers, told the man
    to come and sit by the space heater and warm-up.

    "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy.
    I'll just go"

    "Not without something hot in your belly." George turned and opened a wide mouth
    and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew.
    Made it myself. When you're done there's coffee and it's fresh."

    Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell.

    "Excuse me, be right back," George said.

    There in the driveway was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.
    The driver was panicked.

    "Mister can you help me!" said the driver with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife
    is with child and my car is broken."

    George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the
    car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

    "But mister. Please help...."

    The door of the office closed behind George as he went in. George went to the
    office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked
    around the building and opened the garage, started the truck and drove it
    around to where the couple was waiting.

    "Here, you can borrow my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever
    looked at, but she runs real good."

    George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the
    night. George turned and walked back inside the office.

    "Glad I loaned em the truck. Their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand
    new tires........"

    George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The thermos
    was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it.

    "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought. George went back
    outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started.
    He pulled it into the garage
    where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to
    do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it
    was just the bottom hose on the radiator.

    "Well, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

    "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow
    treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to
    drive the car.

    As he was working he heard a shot being fired. He ran outside and beside a
    police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder,
    the officer moaned, "Help me."

    George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received
    in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.

    "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought.

    The laundry company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels.
    He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix
    anythin'," he said,
    trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

    "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his
    back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman
    the pills.

    "You hang in there. I'm going to get you an ambulance." George said, but the
    phone was dead.
    "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your police

    He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying
    the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up.

    "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me
    is still in the area."

    George sat down beside him. "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and
    I ain't gonna leave you."

    George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it
    is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff
    though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

    George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.

    "None for me," said the officer.

    "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city." Then George added: "Too bad I
    ain't got no donuts."

    The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

    The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun.

    "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking
    and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

    "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

    "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You need to put the cannon away.
    Somebody else might get hurt."

    The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give
    me the cash!"

    The cop was reaching for his gun.

    "Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here

    He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need
    the money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee
    shooter away."

    George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching
    for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on
    the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry.

    "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife
    and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My rent is due. My car got repossessed
    last week..."

    George handed the gun to the cop.

    "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes
    ... but we make it through the best we can."

    He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the
    cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of
    coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here
    with a gun ain't the answer.
    Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

    The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you.
    It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

    "Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.

    George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance
    skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door ... guns drawn.

    "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

    "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

    "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other
    cop asked as he approached the young man.

    Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped
    his gun and ran."

    George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

    "That guy works here," the wounded cop continued.

    "Yep," George said. "Just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

    The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned
    over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

    Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas, boy. And you too, George, and thanks for

    "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some
    of your problems."

    George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring

    "Here you go. Something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind.
    She said it would come in handy some day."

    The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw.

    "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

    "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's
    all I need."

    George reached into the box again. A toy airplane, a racing car and a little
    metal truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him
    to sell.

    "Here's something for that little man of yours."

    The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had
    handed him earlier.

    "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that, too.
    Count it as part of your first week's pay." George said. "Now git home to your

    The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the
    morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

    "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

    George turned around to find that the stranger had returned.

    "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

    "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you
    don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

    "Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother was.
    Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies
    like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides ... I was
    getting a little chubby."

    The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder.

    "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed
    me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will
    become a great doctor.

    The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by

    The young man who tried to rob you will become a rich man and share his wealth
    with many people.

    That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

    George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all
    this?" asked the old man.

    "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your
    days are done you will be with Martha again."

    The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go
    now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

    George watched as the man's old leather jacket and his torn pants turned into a
    white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George, it's My
    birthday. Merry Christmas."

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    Very touching story and glad you thought to share it with us Nova...Merry Christmas.

    Mike & Charlie ...

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    Awsome Nova! Thanks.

    Merry Christmas...


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