The Orphan Runaway
Hello everyone. Praise the Lord!
A couple was sharing the same room, which is not very common. I walked in and the lady is sleeping in bed and the man, which is the patient, is sitting upright and dozing while watching TV. He was a kind but stern man wearing an European working man's hat. I gently knock on the already open door. I introduce myself and ask him if he wants a visit. He says," I don;t know what we are going to talk about." Then he proceeds to talk for two hours straight! His name is George.
He said that he was born in Arkansas to a poor family. His father left the family soon after he was born, his father was a life-long drunkard. His mother could not make ends meet so she gave her two boys to an Aunt. This was during the Great Depression and the Aunt either could not or would not raise them. So, while George was about six or seven, him and his brother was given up to the Birmingham Alabama Industrial Orphans School. Which was an orphanage. The kids got a good education there but had to work as well, learning different trades at the same time, but George didn't like it much because with a population of three-hundred eighty orphans, discipline had to be very strict!. George made very good grades so he really didn't have to work too much, less work was the encouragement for good grades. The teachers told him to stay because he was getting a good education, but at twelve years old George ran away from the orphanage and hitched his way to Central Florida. There he got a job with some gypsies who were building homes.
The guy in charge of the home building was impressed by George's work ethic and worked him everyday, George enjoyed making some money for his work. George took a truck into town one day, not his to take, and it was reported stolen, when George found out that the police were after him, he decided California would be a nice adventure. So, he started to hitch rides there. While in New Mexico he rode with two fat drunkards, they didn't have any money and would look at other people's store check numbers and forge checks to buy booze. George was almost starved to death cause he couldn't find any money in vending machines, because out west there just was not enough venting machines to find spare change. So, he left the fat drunkards and returned back to Florida. While in Georgia he was at a bus station and sat next to a black man. George got up and quietly took his lunch, the black man caught him and yelled at him. He asked him why he did it, George said that he was starving to death and was very hungry, so the black man gave him an apple and let him go. When he got to Florida he broke in to in an abandoned house to look for something to eat. He didn't find anything to eat but did find a hand gun. He took it and started to walk down the road. The local policeman was driving by and stopped to ask him where he was going, and George lied and said that he lived down the road. George thought that he was caught, but the cop gave him a ride instead. Luckily, that house was the biggest house in town and happened to belong to his old home-building boss!
George finally meet back up with the home builder, he worked awhile with him until the police arrested him for that stolen truck. This was in Central Florida. The wealthy home builder got him out of jail and gave him bus tickets and a lot of money and told him to go to Massachusetts where he was building more homes up there. He could have sold the tickets for the money but instead took the trip to New England. He was building homes up there where he meet a beautiful girl. She was twenty-three and he was sixteen, but he said that he was twenty-one! She was a devout Catholic and George didn't want religion in his life, so he broke it up.
So, George went into town and worked in a bicycle factory and was making a hundred dollars a week, which in the fifties was a lot of money! He was a hard worker and the owner of the factory wanted George in management, but thought it would be better to get the draft over with first. Back then young men were drafted into the Armed Forces.
So, George joined the Army, was sent to North Carolina. He was at a base that had paratroopers and they called the regular Army guy's "legs" since they were not paratroopers. A few months later George was told that the paratroopers were looking for volunteers, and since they got more money, fifty dollars a week, he joined up with them. One day on training George almost died in a jumping accident. His primary shoot didn't open and he opened his secondary shoot a bit late, but landed on soft hay! He married his girlfriend in North Carolina that he had while stationed there,and was stationed in Germany for a few years.
In later life George became a Hindu since he had an experience during meditation. He seen a blue light while meditating. Soon after George had an accident which he was clinically dead and he seen the same blue light. So, he assumed that Hinduism was the truth. He had said that he explored all religions and really liked the Mormon Church, but thought their Scriptures were much too long and didn't want to learn all of it! I had the thought at that time to share the Gospel, but that would be against hospice rules. I decided to pray about it later and to give it over to the Lord.
George was a very smart man and told me to learn about bit coin investments and the like, nice guy with a lot of history behind him. He seemed very happy to tell his story to someone.
Are you an orphan? Do you know an orphan? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
Brother Roop
A couple was sharing the same room, which is not very common. I walked in and the lady is sleeping in bed and the man, which is the patient, is sitting upright and dozing while watching TV. He was a kind but stern man wearing an European working man's hat. I gently knock on the already open door. I introduce myself and ask him if he wants a visit. He says," I don;t know what we are going to talk about." Then he proceeds to talk for two hours straight! His name is George.
He said that he was born in Arkansas to a poor family. His father left the family soon after he was born, his father was a life-long drunkard. His mother could not make ends meet so she gave her two boys to an Aunt. This was during the Great Depression and the Aunt either could not or would not raise them. So, while George was about six or seven, him and his brother was given up to the Birmingham Alabama Industrial Orphans School. Which was an orphanage. The kids got a good education there but had to work as well, learning different trades at the same time, but George didn't like it much because with a population of three-hundred eighty orphans, discipline had to be very strict!. George made very good grades so he really didn't have to work too much, less work was the encouragement for good grades. The teachers told him to stay because he was getting a good education, but at twelve years old George ran away from the orphanage and hitched his way to Central Florida. There he got a job with some gypsies who were building homes.
The guy in charge of the home building was impressed by George's work ethic and worked him everyday, George enjoyed making some money for his work. George took a truck into town one day, not his to take, and it was reported stolen, when George found out that the police were after him, he decided California would be a nice adventure. So, he started to hitch rides there. While in New Mexico he rode with two fat drunkards, they didn't have any money and would look at other people's store check numbers and forge checks to buy booze. George was almost starved to death cause he couldn't find any money in vending machines, because out west there just was not enough venting machines to find spare change. So, he left the fat drunkards and returned back to Florida. While in Georgia he was at a bus station and sat next to a black man. George got up and quietly took his lunch, the black man caught him and yelled at him. He asked him why he did it, George said that he was starving to death and was very hungry, so the black man gave him an apple and let him go. When he got to Florida he broke in to in an abandoned house to look for something to eat. He didn't find anything to eat but did find a hand gun. He took it and started to walk down the road. The local policeman was driving by and stopped to ask him where he was going, and George lied and said that he lived down the road. George thought that he was caught, but the cop gave him a ride instead. Luckily, that house was the biggest house in town and happened to belong to his old home-building boss!
George finally meet back up with the home builder, he worked awhile with him until the police arrested him for that stolen truck. This was in Central Florida. The wealthy home builder got him out of jail and gave him bus tickets and a lot of money and told him to go to Massachusetts where he was building more homes up there. He could have sold the tickets for the money but instead took the trip to New England. He was building homes up there where he meet a beautiful girl. She was twenty-three and he was sixteen, but he said that he was twenty-one! She was a devout Catholic and George didn't want religion in his life, so he broke it up.
So, George went into town and worked in a bicycle factory and was making a hundred dollars a week, which in the fifties was a lot of money! He was a hard worker and the owner of the factory wanted George in management, but thought it would be better to get the draft over with first. Back then young men were drafted into the Armed Forces.
So, George joined the Army, was sent to North Carolina. He was at a base that had paratroopers and they called the regular Army guy's "legs" since they were not paratroopers. A few months later George was told that the paratroopers were looking for volunteers, and since they got more money, fifty dollars a week, he joined up with them. One day on training George almost died in a jumping accident. His primary shoot didn't open and he opened his secondary shoot a bit late, but landed on soft hay! He married his girlfriend in North Carolina that he had while stationed there,and was stationed in Germany for a few years.
In later life George became a Hindu since he had an experience during meditation. He seen a blue light while meditating. Soon after George had an accident which he was clinically dead and he seen the same blue light. So, he assumed that Hinduism was the truth. He had said that he explored all religions and really liked the Mormon Church, but thought their Scriptures were much too long and didn't want to learn all of it! I had the thought at that time to share the Gospel, but that would be against hospice rules. I decided to pray about it later and to give it over to the Lord.
George was a very smart man and told me to learn about bit coin investments and the like, nice guy with a lot of history behind him. He seemed very happy to tell his story to someone.
Are you an orphan? Do you know an orphan? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
Brother Roop
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