The World Changers – The Overarching Think Tank (#2)

Greetings everyone from America’s favorite place to dine and enjoy what tastes best, that is, greasy fried foods and endless coffee.  We pray for those in New York City who are losing everything that makes life worth eating.

Well, we no sooner get started then there is rebellion in the ranks.  Actually there really can be no rebellion when everyone has an equal voice.  The additional sub-title seemed really important to one of our university professors so how can we not comply.  Only, his title was not exactly as is above.  I took the liberty of obscuring the language a little so I could challenge someone to explain just what the sub-title means.  For the correct answer we will award some kind of prize.  For those who get it wrong, you owe us something, just anything!

We are thankful that this member is still with us considering his recent experience.  On a trip back from a neighboring state, he dozed off for an instant (who hasn’t done that) and the adventure began.  On the four-lane highway his car veered across his two lanes, across the median, which looked sort of like a shallow dirt gully, across the opposite two lanes and into a fence with abnormally large fence posts.  After shearing off a couple his car rode up the last almost flattened fence post and perched itself.  Along that stretch of highway there are no fences except for that one property.  His comment to the group was, “I broke this nail, and I’m not sure how that happened.”  We are all thankful he is still with us.

Speaking of cars, we all traded stories about cars we owned in our youth.  One common feature in many older cars was the “necker knob.”  For the young, this was a swivel knob attached to the steering wheel that allowed one to steer and turn corners with the left hand.  “Why the left,” you might ask?  Well, the right arm was around your girlfriend who was snuggled up next to you.  Those cars were built with bench seats in the front and back.  When the bucket seats became standard, that rendered the necker knob obsolete.  Ah, the price of progress.   A pastor friend of mine wrote recently (I paraphrase) that with “a tank full of gas, windows down to feel the breeze, your lady next to you, and a Kenny G. disc playing, it doesn’t get much better than that.”  He left out the necker knob.

Our topics usually go from A to Z, and this time had to do with a person everyone knows who has worked at Wal-Mart for several years.  Tabby is no doubt the happiest person we know.  With her bold and confident voice, she served as a greeter before they dispensed with greeters.  Fortunately they had an opening for someone to restock items that were left in baskets or returned.  Tabby is always busy restocking these items and continues to greet everyone in the aisles as they come by.

Once I was shopping for something out of the ordinary and looked around for some help when I spotted Tabby down the isle.  My first thought was to look for someone else who might be more capable of directing me.  After a few moments I quickly repented and approached Tabby, who said, in her not too subtle voice, “Hi Alan, how are you doing today?”  After exchanging greetings I asked if she knew where I could find whatever it was.  She promptly took me down that aisle, past several other isles, and down another isle to the exact item.  I thanked her, and made a big deal about how good she was at finding what I needed.  She beamed and said something like, “Well I try real hard.”  I commend our Wal-Mart for their willingness to hire Tabby and others who need to be productive and earn their own way.  Tabby is an inspiration to us all, and loved by all.

I can think of others in similar situations, and without exception they are outstanding employees.  They function like the post office motto (“neither rain, nor snow, etc.”) and can be counted on to be at work.  Routine is the core of ordering their life’s activities.  I can’t leave Tabby without relating an incident that happened a few years back.  We used to attend the same church with Tabby, and enjoyed her comments in Sunday School.  During one of those times, she mentioned how God worked in Christian’s lives and used the phrase, “the soft touch of God.”  Well, I had never heard that phrase before and was struck by its originality and truth of meaning.  I am determined to write a song using that as a title, so hands off all you wannabe’s, I’ve got first dibs.  I’ve learned things from Tabby.




  1. Can’t wait to hear the song Granddad!

  2. Alan Dodd says:

    My gosh, now I’m gonna have to get busy!

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