This weekend we took a quick road trip to North Platte. As we often do, we stopped in Grand Island for dinner. This time we stopped at Bosselman’s Truck Stop. As we sat down I noticed the man in the next booth.
He must have been hungry, because there were three plates on his table, and he was dining alone.Our waitress, Shayla, was quite busy, taking care of a large section by herself, and seemed a little frazzled. After taking our drink order, she hustled off and the gentleman got up to leave. He said to me, “I’ve got to run, but would you tell the waitress ‘Merry Christmas’ for me?” I said, “sure,” and he left. He also left a $50 bill on top of his ticket. It had to be at least a $30 tip, maybe even more.
God bless the quiet generosity in our world.
Hope for a Child
One of our parishioners has a brother serving in Iraq and we sent the items to him. He distributed them to the local schools, hospitals, and quite often, during patrols.
You see, American soldiers come in contact with Iraqis all the time; many times children are simply walking aimlessly around the countryside. So our soldiers visit with them, and when they have items on hand, distribute a soccer ball or doll to brighten the day of such children.

What a shame these sorts of stories are not highlighted in the mass media. The gift of hope is the greatest thing that can be given to such little ones.
These children have known little other than war and the horrors of a ruthless dictatorship their entire young lives.
What a precious opportunity it is for American soldiers to brighten their day with a simple toy.
Blessed are the peace-makers, for they shall be called children of God.