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| There was this beautiful little town nestled down in a valley between two mountains. The people in this town were very proud of the fact that all their lawns were cut and trimmed...houses painted often and no litter in the streets. It wasnt that they were so affluent...just conscious of looks. A train track was part of the scenery...and they had both passenger and freight trains that stopped in their town. It came to pass...that one day a traveler came on one of the freight trains...his clothes were well worn...but clean...as was he. He got off the freight and went into town...hopein to maybe have some kind person give him some food for some work. He hadnt traveled far...when the word was out around the town that he had arrived...and the local sheriff was called to take care of it. The sheriff didnt have any problem findin the man...the people in the town had watched his progress and he was standin right out in front of a local diner. The sheriff told him gently but firmly that hobos werent welcome in their town...that they just didnt allow that kind of people to beg on their streets. Though the man explained that he wasnt there to beg...but to work...the sheriff said no...Im sorry...youll have to move on. The man didnt argue...he just picked up his bag and went back to the freight car...it left a short time later...him on it...and the town was back to its normal state. Only three days later...a freak storm hit the area...it was somethin the towns people had never seen in their lives. No one had evacuation plans for such conditions...for none had ever been needed before...no one knowing quite what to do...so very little was done except to batten down the hatches and try to ride it out. No one knew...that 50 miles down the track...the man they had asked to leave town was walkin as fast as his sore feet would carry him...tryin to get back to the town. He had smelled the storm comin as he traveled down the track...and lookin out of the freight car...knew that the town was in trouble...he had seen this before in his life. In fact at one time...in the service...he had been trained for exactly these conditions. The storm grew...and it caused major flooding...many houses washed away...and in those houses...many people who washed away with them. Two days after the devistation...the hobo quietly entered what used to be the town...seein the many faces of misory...desperately searchin for family lost. He had walked as fast as he could with the conditions...the tears that stained his face were for the sorrow of knowin that if he had been there...he could have saved many of those lost. You never know the value of a man untill you give him the chance to let you know him...to judge by only what you see...is a loss you may regret one day. |
| There was this beautiful little town nestled down in a valley between two mountains. The people in this town were very proud of the fact that all their lawns were cut and trimmed...houses painted often and no litter in the streets. It wasnt that they were so affluent...just conscious of looks. A train track was part of the scenery...and they had both passenger and freight trains that stopped in their town. It came to pass...that one day a traveler came on one of the freight trains...his clothes were well worn...but clean...as was he. He got off the freight and went into town...hopein to maybe have some kind person give him some food for some work. He hadnt traveled far...when the word was out around the town that he had arrived...and the local sheriff was called to take care of it. The sheriff didnt have any problem findin the man...the people in the town had watched his progress and he was standin right out in front of a local diner. The sheriff told him gently but firmly that hobos werent welcome in their town...that they just didnt allow that kind of people to beg on their streets. Though the man explained that he wasnt there to beg...but to work...the sheriff said no...Im sorry...youll have to move on. The man didnt argue...he just picked up his bag and went back to the freight car...it left a short time later...him on it...and the town was back to its normal state. Only three days later...a freak storm hit the area...it was somethin the towns people had never seen in their lives. No one had evacuation plans for such conditions...for none had ever been needed before...no one knowing quite what to do...so very little was done except to batten down the hatches and try to ride it out. No one knew...that 50 miles down the track...the man they had asked to leave town was walkin as fast as his sore feet would carry him...tryin to get back to the town. He had smelled the storm comin as he traveled down the track...and lookin out of the freight car...knew that the town was in trouble...he had seen this before in his life. In fact at one time...in the service...he had been trained for exactly these conditions. The storm grew...and it caused major flooding...many houses washed away...and in those houses...many people who washed away with them. Two days after the devistation...the hobo quietly entered what used to be the town...seein the many faces of misory...desperately searchin for family lost. He had walked as fast as he could with the conditions...the tears that stained his face were for the sorrow of knowin that if he had been there...he could have saved many of those lost. You never know the value of a man untill you give him the chance to let you know him...to judge by only what you see...is a loss you may regret one day. |
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