I can't seem to resist nice people :) I was about eight years old when this one occured. I thought it was a nice thing he did...
I had been over at my best friends house all day playing. You know, trading make-up, getting her little brother in trouble and listening to records my parents had forbidden me to listen to.
Mom called about 4:30 that afternoon and told Paula, my friends mom, that I had to come home and get cleaned up for dinner. I thought that was totally uncalled for because we never ate before 6:00. Never has taken me two hours to get cleaned up-not even now, but I digress...
When I got home, I found mom sitting at the kitchen table staring at her hands. She had the most pecular expression on her face and that kind of bothered me. Mom had always been my best friend and I didn't like to see her upset. "Are you okay mom?"
She just turns to me and says not to worry about it, that she just had a hard afternoon. "Go on to your room and play."
Not wanting to upset her, and more than a little confused about her behavior, I go to my room, put the Bee Gees on my record player, and wait for dad to get home. I figured that she would tell dad what had happened to make her have "a hard afternoon."
Now I know that evesdropping is very impolite, but something told me that mom would not discuss what was wrong with an eight year old. Even if that eight year old is her daughter.
So...dad gets home and I sneak around the corner so I could listen.
"Tom, I did not move that butcher knife. It moved itself. I was doing the dishes and didn't know that that knife had fallen in the water. Something else moved it." She was absolutely frantic. She had never had an encounter like that in her life. I didn't understand, of course, because it seemed so simple to me. In my nieve childish mind, I had already known what had happened. George had saved her from slicing her wrist open.
Years later she told me, "I felt that knife on my wrist, then I felt cold, then I watched that thing move to the other side of the sink with the handle out of the water."
I put my hand on hers and, smiling told her who had done it. At first I don't think it registered on her what I was talking about, but the look of dawning understanding crosses her face. The next words out of her mouth were, "Dear Lord, thank you for bringing George into our lives."
How it changed my life:There is still one more!!!
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