Jeni Stephens got married. She’s a pretty girl with blonde hair and lean features. It was a happy day, as weddings go. But truth told, she misses her daddy, who was shot and killed in 2006.
Now meet Tom, a seventy-two-year-old who’s had a bad heart all his life. One decade ago, he inherited Jeni’s daddy’s heart.
Last week, Tom showed up to the chapel in a three-piece suit, presented his arm to Jeni, and walked her down the well-known aisle. At the altar, he turned and said, “Here, feel my pulse.”
Jeni touched his chest. “I felt my father,” she said.
As it happens, Tom did too.
LaGrange, Georgia—Dylick, Dennis, Deion, and Jalen are the targets of inner-city gang-recruiters. One such gang, the Insane Gangster Disciples, will not leave them alone. But, these boys aren’t giving in. They want more from life than drugs, sex, and drive-bys.
They want to be farmers.
So, they called Miss Zsa Zsa, who operates a farm. “I thought they’s looking for handouts,” she said.
Turns out they wanted to learn to grow summer squash. They’re the best farm hands she’s ever had.
New Orleans, Louisiana—Single father, Reynold, lost his job just before his boys started school. He stood in line at a supermarket with a cart of school-supplies and groceries. He swiped his card.
Reynold left his buggy and cried in the parking lot until his face got puffy. When he looked up, he saw a man coming out of the store pushing two carts, headed straight for him.
“He didn’t just buy MY cart,” said Reynold. “He gave me HIS cart, too.”
Right now, I can see the television in the other room. The anchor is reading headlines about bombs, murders, and rapes, while wearing a half-smile. A woman convicted of murdering her kids wears the same odd face. So do politicians, celebrities, pop-stars, and whatever the hell the Kardashians are.
It’s a numb look, and it disturbs me.
Even so, I don’t believe evil is winning. I’m sorry if you disagree—even more sorry if you watch much TV. Because no matter how bad the idiot-box makes it look, I know good people.
I’m talking about folks who like life; who still watch fireflies and feel impressed; who cry at Steel Magnolias; who aren’t afraid to pay for a stranger’s groceries.
Folks like Tom.
Who danced with a complete stranger at her own wedding reception and said: “I don’t know why, but my heart feels really happy right now.”
I don’t either, Tom.
But that makes two of us.