Bob Wright
Hawkeye
About eight or nine years ago a young boy at my church recited the Books of The Bible to me and thus earned the Silver Eagle Award. I never knew his parents, his grandmother keeping him in church, and that sort of against his will.
He turned thirteen, spiked his hair and dyed it green. And he didn't sit with the rest of the teens, but sat off by himself, looking sullen and bored. I'd talk with him about his hair, his school, his likes and dislikes. Never scolding nor fussing, just talk as among friends.
Then I heard he was in the Army, at Ft. Bliss, Texas. He was deployed to Afghanistan I believe. I tried to call him a couple of times, but got no response. Then, a copuple of weeks ago his great-grandfather died, and I heard he was going to be here for the funeral.
As I walked into the funeral home, I spotted him right away. Now he was well groomed, tall and straight with that soldier's bearing. When our eyes met, I went to shake his hand and greet him. He grabbed my hand, and with the other arm hugged me in a manly embrace, said he was glad to see me.
He's scheduled to get out soon, he told me, and as a resident of Tennessee, two years tuition is paid at a State Community college, and his GI bill will pay the rest. He told me he plans on going into law enforcement or security, and already has a job lined up upon his discharge.
I'm kind of proud of some of my recipients.
Bob Wright
He turned thirteen, spiked his hair and dyed it green. And he didn't sit with the rest of the teens, but sat off by himself, looking sullen and bored. I'd talk with him about his hair, his school, his likes and dislikes. Never scolding nor fussing, just talk as among friends.
Then I heard he was in the Army, at Ft. Bliss, Texas. He was deployed to Afghanistan I believe. I tried to call him a couple of times, but got no response. Then, a copuple of weeks ago his great-grandfather died, and I heard he was going to be here for the funeral.
As I walked into the funeral home, I spotted him right away. Now he was well groomed, tall and straight with that soldier's bearing. When our eyes met, I went to shake his hand and greet him. He grabbed my hand, and with the other arm hugged me in a manly embrace, said he was glad to see me.
He's scheduled to get out soon, he told me, and as a resident of Tennessee, two years tuition is paid at a State Community college, and his GI bill will pay the rest. He told me he plans on going into law enforcement or security, and already has a job lined up upon his discharge.
I'm kind of proud of some of my recipients.
Bob Wright