Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Many years ago, when I was working with an engineering company, I was sent down to make some field notes at a soybean processing plant in Vicksburg, Mississippi. I took one of our engineers with me to analyze the structural end of the job. I rented a car, and we would drive down one day, about a four hour drive, claim our motel room, have dinner and be ready the first thing the next morning. In renting the car, I made sure my companion was listed as an alternate driver.
We arrived in Vicksburg in the early evening and claimed our rooms. Now Vicksburg had just gotten the river boat gambling casinos, and he, my co-worker, suggested we eat at one of the casinos, maybe spend a little time there. I told him as a Christian and Baptist, I had convictions against gambling, and did not want to enter one or have anything to do with one. But, I told him, he could take the car and go there if he wanted to and I could eat dinner at a nearby restaurant. He told me that if I felt so strongly about the matter, he would not go, either. So we dined together and finished our job there.
Today, some fifteen years or so later, I saw an obituary in the morning paper of a lady with the same name as his. In reading the obituary, I saw that the deceased was in fact his mother. Further investigation and I contacted him to renew acquaintances, and express my condolences.
My engineer co-worker is now an ordained Catholic priest and associate pastor at a nearby Catholic Church.
Bob Wright
We arrived in Vicksburg in the early evening and claimed our rooms. Now Vicksburg had just gotten the river boat gambling casinos, and he, my co-worker, suggested we eat at one of the casinos, maybe spend a little time there. I told him as a Christian and Baptist, I had convictions against gambling, and did not want to enter one or have anything to do with one. But, I told him, he could take the car and go there if he wanted to and I could eat dinner at a nearby restaurant. He told me that if I felt so strongly about the matter, he would not go, either. So we dined together and finished our job there.
Today, some fifteen years or so later, I saw an obituary in the morning paper of a lady with the same name as his. In reading the obituary, I saw that the deceased was in fact his mother. Further investigation and I contacted him to renew acquaintances, and express my condolences.
My engineer co-worker is now an ordained Catholic priest and associate pastor at a nearby Catholic Church.
Bob Wright