We woke up to the sound of thunder yesterday morning, and a little after noon another storm rolled through Elkhart Campground, bringing more water to the already saturated ground.
A week or so ago local farmers were worried that if they did not get some rain soon they might lose much of their corn crop. In the last few days so much has come down that now they are saying it will destroy much of the same crop. Be careful what you wish for.
I spent part of yesterday working on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal, and then in the afternoon we made what we thought would be a quick run to Eye Mart in Mishawaka to get Terry’s second pair of glasses adjusted. I dropped her off, then went across the parking lot to Target to pick up a couple of things.
As I was going in I saw an elderly gentleman sitting on a bench out front and something didn’t look right but I wasn’t sure what. When I came back out he was still there, and that little voice in the back of my head told me something was wrong, so I walked over to check on him.
As I got closer I realized he was crying. I asked if he was okay and he said he was lost. He thought he was in Chicago (100 miles west of there) and said he had left his home in Elkhart (10 miles to the east) and had been driving for two or three hours.
I sat down with him and talked to him a little bit and he calmed down. His name was Dick and he remembered calling “some lady” who he thought was his wife and telling her where he was, but he wasn’t sure if she was coming or not. He gave me a phone number and I called and left a message saying who I was and where I was, and that I would stay with him until somebody called or came for him.
Dick was a nice old gentleman, but very confused, and a couple of times he broke down again, embarrassed and scared. I told him we’d get it figured out and promised I’d stay there with him until we did. We chatted for a while and he seemed to be okay, still just confused and wondering how he had ended up there. He said he left home to run a quick errand and then couldn’t remember how to get back home. Whenever he started to talk about that he’d get upset again, so instead we talked about other things. He told me he is 86, used to be a consultant to the restaurant business, and thought he had owned an RV at one time.
I called Terry and she was done at Eye Mart, so she walked across the parking lot and joined us. Dick remembered he had a son who is an attorney in Elkhart, and I got his name and did a Google search for him and called his office. Nobody was there, but I left another voice mail. It took an hour or so for Dick’s wife to arrive and he sure was glad to see her. We were glad he was in safe hands and on his way back home.
My mother had Alzheimer’s at the end of her life and when I visited she always thought I was my dad or one of my brothers (all three had passed on years earlier) and she kept asking why Nick never came to see her and why he didn’t love her any more. I’d tell her who I was and she’d be okay for a few minutes, then start asking where Nick was again. It was very hard on both of us. So my time with my new friend Dick yesterday raised a lot of bittersweet memories. I’m grateful I listened to that little voice inside my head that said something was wrong and took the time to check on him. Always listen to that little voice, my friends. It’s right more often than it’s wrong.
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Thought For The Day – No matter how far you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.