Reverend Conehead
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When I was 5, I was in the hospital for a month with pneumonia. Because I was such a little kid, they let my mom stay with me in the hospital room. It sucked. It meant struggling to breathe in an oxygen tent about once a day and getting antibiotic shots in my hiney. Not fun for a little kid, or anyone really.
One day, when my mom had left to do do something, an elderly gentleman showed up with a ray gun for me. It was actually a flashlight in the shape of a campy, Buck Rogers kind of pistol. I was happy to have it. I crawled under the bed to fight off any Martians that might be there. When I pulled the trigger, it would shine its light. Then my mom got back to the room, at first she thought I wasn't there, and she kind of freaked out, but I told her I was under the bed. For some reason, she thought it was strange for me to have crawled under a hospital bed.
To this day, I don't know who the elderly man was. At 5 years old, you don't know to thank people who do something nice for you. If he was from the town we were from, he would have had to have driven about 40 miles to bring that to me. If he was from my parents church, the drive would have been much shorter. (We used to drive 40 miles every Sunday to go to the church my parents preferred.)
This was decades ago, so that elderly gent is long gone for sure, so I couldn't thank him even if I wanted to. But if I could, I would. Even if I could find his family members, I would tell them that I'm grateful for his kindness. I asked friends and family if they know who did that, but no one knows. It's one of my life's mysteries.
One day, when my mom had left to do do something, an elderly gentleman showed up with a ray gun for me. It was actually a flashlight in the shape of a campy, Buck Rogers kind of pistol. I was happy to have it. I crawled under the bed to fight off any Martians that might be there. When I pulled the trigger, it would shine its light. Then my mom got back to the room, at first she thought I wasn't there, and she kind of freaked out, but I told her I was under the bed. For some reason, she thought it was strange for me to have crawled under a hospital bed.
To this day, I don't know who the elderly man was. At 5 years old, you don't know to thank people who do something nice for you. If he was from the town we were from, he would have had to have driven about 40 miles to bring that to me. If he was from my parents church, the drive would have been much shorter. (We used to drive 40 miles every Sunday to go to the church my parents preferred.)
This was decades ago, so that elderly gent is long gone for sure, so I couldn't thank him even if I wanted to. But if I could, I would. Even if I could find his family members, I would tell them that I'm grateful for his kindness. I asked friends and family if they know who did that, but no one knows. It's one of my life's mysteries.
