God Gave Him 10 Talents
I've read this e-mail before and yes, every time I do I get tears. The first few times I've read it my initial thoughts were of gratitude and shared blessings. This time I read it, I got a new layer of understanding. Someone taking the talents they were given, and because they were such a good steward and right with themselves, God and fellow man-knew what to do with the next blessing. Proving again a good steward. Another comment after the e-mail.
The Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage
compartment and sat down in my
assigned seat. It was going to be a
long flight. 'I'm glad I have a
good book to read Perhaps I will get
a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of
soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all the vacant seats, totally
surrounding me. I decided to
start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the
soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two
weeks for special training, and then
we're being deployed to Afghanistan'
After flying for about an hour, an
announcement was made that sack
lunches were available for five
dollars. It would be several hours
before we reached the east, and I
quickly decided a lunch would help
pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I
overheard soldier ask his buddy if he
planned to buy lunch.
'No, that seems like a lot of money for
just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be
worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other
soldiers. None were buying lunch. I
walked to the back of the plane and
handed the flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill.
'Take a lunch to all those soldiers..'
She grabbed my arms and squeezed
tightly. Her eyes wet with tears,
she thanked me. 'My son was a
soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like
you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up
the aisle to where the soldiers
were seated. She stopped at my seat
and asked, 'Which do you like
best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why
she asked. She turned and went to
the front of plane, returning a
minute later with a dinner plate from
first class. 'This is your thanks.'
After we finished eating, I went
again to the back of the plane,
heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you
did. I want to be part of it.
Here, take this.' He handed me
twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I
saw the Flight Captain coming down
the aisle, looking at the aisle
numbers as he walked, I hoped he was
not looking for me, but noticed he
was looking at the numbers only on
my side of the plane.
When he got to my row he stopped,
smiled, held out his hand, an said,
'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seat belt I
stood and took the Captain's hand...
With a booming voice he said, 'I was
a soldier and I was a military pilot..
Once, someone bought me a lunch.
It was an act of kindness I
never forgot.' I was embarrassed
when applause was heard from all of
the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the
plane so I could stretch my legs.
A man who was seated about six rows
in front of me reached out his
hand, wanting to shake mine. He left
another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my
belongings and started to deplane.
Waiting just inside the airplane door
was a man who stopped me, put
something in my shirt pocket, turned,
and walked away without saying a
word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the
soldiers gathering for their trip to
the base. I walked over to them
and handed them the seventy-five dollars.
'It will take you some time to
reach the base. It will be about
time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight
feeling the love and respect of their
fellow travelers. As I walked
briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer
for their safe return.
These soldiers were giving their all for our country..
I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little....
A veteran is someone who, at one
point in his life, wrote a blank check
made payable to 'The United States of
America ' for an amount of 'up to and including My life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too
many people in this country who
no longer understand it.'
Final thought. I used to think that the wealth and privilege people have in mortal existence was a reflection or measure of intelligence, talents, skills, etc. earned and learned from pre-mortal experience.
I no longer believe that to be true. I now believe that because mortality is a test or trial that yes there are some talents brought with us, however here we are given one, five, or ten and asked to multiply those. With the veil drawn we cannot tell nor see what we really are and must prove ourselves again-this time to ourselves-not to God-for He knows us. We are the ones who do not know of a surety our own self.
The Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage
compartment and sat down in my
assigned seat. It was going to be a
long flight. 'I'm glad I have a
good book to read Perhaps I will get
a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of
soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all the vacant seats, totally
surrounding me. I decided to
start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the
soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two
weeks for special training, and then
we're being deployed to Afghanistan'
After flying for about an hour, an
announcement was made that sack
lunches were available for five
dollars. It would be several hours
before we reached the east, and I
quickly decided a lunch would help
pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I
overheard soldier ask his buddy if he
planned to buy lunch.
'No, that seems like a lot of money for
just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be
worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other
soldiers. None were buying lunch. I
walked to the back of the plane and
handed the flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill.
'Take a lunch to all those soldiers..'
She grabbed my arms and squeezed
tightly. Her eyes wet with tears,
she thanked me. 'My son was a
soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like
you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up
the aisle to where the soldiers
were seated. She stopped at my seat
and asked, 'Which do you like
best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why
she asked. She turned and went to
the front of plane, returning a
minute later with a dinner plate from
first class. 'This is your thanks.'
After we finished eating, I went
again to the back of the plane,
heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you
did. I want to be part of it.
Here, take this.' He handed me
twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I
saw the Flight Captain coming down
the aisle, looking at the aisle
numbers as he walked, I hoped he was
not looking for me, but noticed he
was looking at the numbers only on
my side of the plane.
When he got to my row he stopped,
smiled, held out his hand, an said,
'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seat belt I
stood and took the Captain's hand...
With a booming voice he said, 'I was
a soldier and I was a military pilot..
Once, someone bought me a lunch.
It was an act of kindness I
never forgot.' I was embarrassed
when applause was heard from all of
the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the
plane so I could stretch my legs.
A man who was seated about six rows
in front of me reached out his
hand, wanting to shake mine. He left
another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my
belongings and started to deplane.
Waiting just inside the airplane door
was a man who stopped me, put
something in my shirt pocket, turned,
and walked away without saying a
word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the
soldiers gathering for their trip to
the base. I walked over to them
and handed them the seventy-five dollars.
'It will take you some time to
reach the base. It will be about
time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight
feeling the love and respect of their
fellow travelers. As I walked
briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer
for their safe return.
These soldiers were giving their all for our country..
I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little....
A veteran is someone who, at one
point in his life, wrote a blank check
made payable to 'The United States of
America ' for an amount of 'up to and including My life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too
many people in this country who
no longer understand it.'
Final thought. I used to think that the wealth and privilege people have in mortal existence was a reflection or measure of intelligence, talents, skills, etc. earned and learned from pre-mortal experience.
I no longer believe that to be true. I now believe that because mortality is a test or trial that yes there are some talents brought with us, however here we are given one, five, or ten and asked to multiply those. With the veil drawn we cannot tell nor see what we really are and must prove ourselves again-this time to ourselves-not to God-for He knows us. We are the ones who do not know of a surety our own self.
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