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I’ve just read a heart-warming piece entitled You Just Never Know (Author Unknown).  I was about a man named Bill who the guys he worked with at the factory always made fun of and pulled jokes on. One day, each of the guys, in turn, made a little rip in Bill’s clothes, that later caught on a machine an nearly ate Bill up.  Luckily, the machine was stopped in time…so no physical harm came to Bill.

The supervisor, instead of chewing out the guys for their “pranks” on Bill told them a story instead about a guy named Murray who was always made fun of because he ate his lunch alone under a tree, didn’t talk much, older than the rest. A couple of the guys went on a hunting trip and bagged a huge deer. The meat was portioned, packed and distributed to all the rest…including Murray. When Murray got his package, he was fighting back tears. He explained that he had 9 kids and his wife has been bed-ridden for 4 years now. All his money went to medicine and his kids don’t get much to eat. He ate alone because he mostly doesn’t have anything between his 2 slices of bread; sometimes he’d just have a raw turnip for lunch.  The meat they gave him meant that his kids would have a nice meal for a change.  As he was opening the package, the hunters tried to grab the package but Murray had already opened it…it contained the ears, hooves and tail.  The rest gave their meat packages to Murray because they felt ashamed and felt sorry for him.

After telling the story, the supervisor just left them to ponder on the story. It was gratifying to note that everyone ate with Bill and shared their lunch with him. One of them even gave Bill his shirt.

I remember the movie “Blind Side” starring Sandra Bullock (who won her 1st Oscar for her role).  It was much the same.  In all these stories, it tells us to be a little kinder to our fellows.  Someone could be wearing ill-fitting or mismatched clothing because their house burned down and he/she could be wearing clothes donated to him/her.  When someone doesn’t go out with us on those group payday drinking sprees, that doesn’t mean he/she is being anti-social; he/she might be cashed-strapped from buying medicine for a sick loved one.  Let’s not judge other people too harshly; maybe life isn’t treating them kindly right now.  A little kindness goes a long way, and you’ll hardly ever be wrong about doing it. 

I’ll just attach the story I read below…

 

You Just Never Know (Author Unknown)

Bill worked in a factory on a production line, he was a big, awkward, homely guy. He dressed oddly with ill-fitting clothes. There were several fellow workers who thought it smart to make fun of him.

One day one fellow worker noticed a small tear in his shirt and gave it a small rip. Another worker in the factory added his bit, and before long there was quite a ribbon of cloth dangling. Bill went on about his work and as he passed too near a moving belt the shirt strip was sucked into the machinery. In a split second the sleeve and Bill was in trouble. Alarms were sounded, switches pulled, and trouble was avoided.

The foreman then summoned all the workers and related this story:

In my younger days I worked in a small factory. That’s when I first met Mike. He was big and witty, was always making jokes, and playing little pranks. Mike was a leader. Then there was Peter who was a follower. He always went along with Mike. And then there was a man named Murray. He was a little older than the rest of us – quiet, harmless, apart. He always ate his lunch by himself.

He wore the same patched trousers for three years straight. He never entered into the games we played at noon, wrestling, horseshoes and such. He appeared to be indifferent, always sitting quietly alone under a tree instead. Murray was a natural target for practical jokes.

He might find a live frog in his lunch box, or a dead spider in his hat. But he always took it in good humour. Then one autumn, when things were quiet in the factory, Mike took off a few days to go hunting. Peter went along, of course. And they promised all of us that if they got anything they’d bring us each a piece.

So we were all quite excited when we heard that they’d returned and that Mike had got a really big buck. We heard more than that. Peter could never keep anything to himself, and it leaked out that they had real whopper to play on Murray. Mike had cut up the buck and had made a nice package for each of us. And, for the laugh, for the joke of it, he had saved the ears, the tail, the hoofs – it would be so funny when Murray unwrapped them.

Mike distributed his packages during the lunch break. We each got a nice piece, opened it, and thanked him. The biggest package of all he saved until last. It was for Murray. Peter was all but bursting; and Mike looked very smug. Like always, Murray sat by himself; he was on the far side of the big table. Mike pushed the package over to where he could reach it; and we all sat and waited.

Murray was never one to say much. You might never know that he was around for all the talking he did. In three years he’d never said more than hundred words. So we were all quite astounded with what happened next. He took the package firmly in his grip and rose slowly to his feet. He smiled broadly at Mike – and it was then we noticed that his eyes were glistening. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down for a moment and then he got control of himself.

‘I knew you wouldn’t forget me,’ he said gratefully, ‘I knew you’d come through! You’re big and you’re playful, but I knew all along that you had a good heart.’

He swallowed again, and then took in the rest of us. ‘I know I haven’t seemed too chummy with you men; but I never meant to be rude. You see, I’ve got nine kids at home – and a wife that’s been an invalid – bedridden now for four years. She ain’t ever going to get any better. And sometimes when she’s real bad off, I have to sit up all night to take care of her. And most of my wages have had to go for doctors and medicine.

The kids do all they can to help out, but at times it’s been hard to keep food in their mouths. Maybe you think it’s funny that I go off by myself to eat my lunch. Well, I guess I’ve been a little ashamed, because I don’t always have anything between my sandwich. Or like today – maybe there’s only a raw turnip in my lunch box. But I want you to know that this meat really means a lot to me. Maybe more than to anybody here because tonight my kids’ … as he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand … ‘tonight my kids will have a really good meal.’

He tugged at the string. We’d been watching Murray so intently we hadn’t paid much notice to Mike and Peter. But we all noticed them now, because they both tried to grab the package. But they were too late. Murray had broken the wrapper and was already surveying his present. He examined each hoof, each ear, and then he held up the tail. It wiggled limply. It should have been so funny, but nobody laughed – nobody at all.

But the hardest part was when Murray looked up and said ‘Thank you’ while trying to smile. Silently one by one each man moved forward carrying his package and quietly placed it in front of Murray for they had suddenly realised how little their own gift had really meant to them, until now.

This was where the foreman left the story and the men. He didn’t need to say any more; but it was gratifying to notice that as each man ate his lunch that day, they shared part with Bill and one fellow even took off his shirt and gave it to him.

THINK, BE KIND ALWAYS…YOU JUST NEVER KNOW WHAT SOMEONE IS FACING IN THEIR LIVES!

 

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