Lets Give Them Something to Talk About

Today, I want to share a story that is on my heart:   The room was filled to the brim with teens of every color, shape and size, about 300 in attendance.   A man, dressed in dark blue jeans with a hole on the knee stood up in front of the crowd.   He was a tall man, slender, tan skin with thinning blond hair and piercing green eyes.   He reached into his flannel shirt pocket and pulled out a shiny metallic pen.   “I want to tell you about my pen,” he began.   “This is an amazing pen, it can write in three different colors.   It writes smoothly and the ink flows well, even if you aren’t holding it up and down.   This pen is the pen astronauts’ use.   Do you want this pen?   It is a really great pen, and you can have it”.   No one in the crowded room rose.   They had been told to sit still and listen when someone was in front of you, not to approach them.   What would people think if they were to get up and move ...

I heard a story like this when i was younger, it made me think...  so here is my rendition of it ... Lets say there was this man.   Everyone liked this man.   He owned the railroad company and helped build the railroad and still worked for the railroad.   He had wanted someone to pass his legacy along to for years, finally as he was getting older, He and His wife were blessed with a son.   This man loved his son, he did everything with his son.   His son grew up playing at his daddy’s work.   Flattening pennies on the tracks.   “One day the man asked his son if he wanted to go to the crossing bridge with him and help him switch over the tracks.   This was the boy’s favorite thing to do.   The crossing bridge was over a large body of water and only one track wide.   The only way that the trains coming from either side could get over it is if the worker would change the track.   They expected the tracks to be changed an...