It is amazing to me where we can receive blessings. Now, admittedly, I am easily amazed. I have no shame in that. Let me give you but two examples.
A couple of days ago, my brother, Charles, called and asked me if I knew anyone who needed an old car. He told me it needed a little work, but that it ran well and looked fine for its age. It seems his son needed another car and had decided to give his old one away. His son has a good heart, just like his dad.
I told Charles I couldn’t think of anybody at the moment, but give me a day or two and I would get back to him. That very day I ran into Bill Welch at the post office. Bill is always helping people who need a hand; he has done that for me more than once. I asked him if he knew anybody who could use a secondhand car, and he said yes, indeed he did. He mentioned a friend of his whose car was about to bite the dust.
I went home and called Charles and told him what I knew and he was very pleased. He even offered to drive the car to my place immediately. We decided to wait until the next day. The next morning he showed up at my house with the car. I called Bill and he came over that afternoon and he started the process of getting a couple of things fixed on the car and on its way to someone who could use it.
Now, I realize it wasn’t my car to begin with, but I did what I could to facilitate the transfer and felt good about my small part in the transaction. I counted that as a blessing. I already told you I was easily amazed.
Week before last I received a call from an old friend. Darcy Canton runs the seniors program. In years past, when they were in the old vo-ag building next to the Washington High School, where the Food Pantry is now, I would go out occasionally and play a few songs for the folks.
It seems the seniors group was putting on a fundraising breakfast at their location at the old Scrabble school. Darcy asked if I could come down and play for the folks. I took her up on the offer.
You may remember that Saturday morning; it was raining on and off. I have been told that they usually have a good turnout for this event, but I was so happy with the crowd of people who came out to support the effort. I wished I had practiced a bit more than I had. To me, the opportunity to help out with the fundraiser, using a gift that was given to me, was another blessing.
When I got there, I saw Daniel Keyser helping someone get from his truck into the school. I was not surprised. My bride has been helping out at the Loan Closet, and she has told me many times how helpful Mr. Keyser had been to them.
I had not expected to see many people I knew, but, as it turned out, I knew a number of folks who had come out to support the fundraiser. I won’t start listing names, because I am sure I would leave someone out, and I don’t want to do that. I will tell you about one young woman who was sitting at the table with Mr. Keyser.
Between my meager efforts to make a joyful noise for the folks, she came up and introduced herself. I was pleased to meet our new county administrator, Debbie Keyser. I thanked her for coming up, wished her well in her new job, and told her, quite honestly, that she had big shoes to fill. She said she realized that.
Turns out, she is Daniel’s daughter. And so it is a small world. Later, I thought to myself that if she has the giving and caring spirit of her father, we should be in good hands here in Rappahannock. I meant to tell her that now and again I might throw an old verbal shoe at her, but not to take it personally.
So, there you have it, dear reader. Two blessings came to me from right out of the blue. It doesn’t get much better than that. And speaking of sharing the gifts that we have been given, I want to share with you a few words from a song by Vince Gill, called “What You Give Away.”
No matter what you make,
All that you can take,
Is what you give away.
Finally, my heartfelt condolences to the family and friends of Joe King of Hume, Virginia, who passed away April 22, the same day his first grandchild was born. Joe was a good friend of mine and known to a lot of people in Rappahannock. Most of our associations were through music. Joe sang and played mandolin, guitar and upright bass. He always had a big smile and a warm welcome. I shall miss him terribly. Rest well, my friend, we will pick again.