What comes around...

goes around... quickly! Justice, at times, is swift and final.


"NEW YORK, NY. A man was knocked down by a car and got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to feign injury in order to collect insurance money. The car rolled forward and crushed him to death."- Associated Press, 1977



I found this on a quote page and was drawn to it. For me, it shows that even way back in 1977, when I was a kid, there was still this self-centered "me" mentality. I was very fortunate to grow up in a very small town in the Berkshire Mountains of Western Massachusetts. There were two hundred people in my small mill town, and we all knew each other and... actually liked each other. I had three boys that were my friends, and we got away with... nothing because everyone looked out for everyone else.

As I think back to those days, it was a great way to grow up. Of course, when I was a kid, I thought I was sentenced to the Russian Front (to borrow a phrase from that old TV show, Hogan's Heroes). I grew up in the woods climbing trees, building forts, and swimming until dark without a care in the world. We rarely locked our doors in those days, but Monroe Bridge was a very different place.

Sadly, I wonder if there are any Monroe Bridges left? My little town is virtually gone as the paper mill closed 20+ years ago. I will never forget the day that the mill closed as it was the day the town started to die. It was the first time I considered living in another place other than Monroe Bridge. And here I sit, in Huntsville, Alabama marvelling at how God works his wonders using mill closings and moves to the south to bring someone like me to Him. How amazing He is! Blessings!