Our New (Used) Car

 My Story #39

I remember that, in the late 1980's, First Baptist Church members took upon themselves to purchase a nice used car for me and my wife.

I remember that, after the morning service, Shirley and I were led out the front door to see a really nice used Dodge Spirit. Not only did we see the car, but we also saw a giant ribbon tied around the car with a huge bow on the top. This was something new for us to see.

We went out to see the car, and my wife got into the passenger's seat. She sat there for a couple of minutes, and she said, "This is just like being on The Price Is Right." We all had a wonderful laugh out of that. We enjoyed that little car for several years, and we were so thankful to have it.

 

11-Year-Old Boy

 My Story #38

This is the story of an 11-year-old boy who was my neighbor. At that time I lived with my mother, and he would come down to our house every day. We learned to love him. He had some idiosyncrasies that made him special.

Once he came into my bedroom and sat down on the bed beside me. He handed me a small card with a very small picture of himself on it. On the back of the card it read "I love you." I said, "I love you, too." Then I told him about Jesus and prayed with him. He said he trusted in Jesus Christ.

On December 8, 1972, he drowned in a flooded creek down the road from our house. They did not find his body for 28 days. I preached his funeral, which was a sad one. This was only three months after I was married.

Now he lives in a place where people do not drown. They are happy, and there are no more tears or sorrows. I still have that picture along with one more that I took of him. I know God is pleased to have him in heaven.

Anyone who will believe in Jesus Christ can go to heaven. Heaven is a beautiful and an amazing place prepared for them who love the Lord. I hope you are going there by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.

1 Thessalonians 4:14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.

 

I Broke My Nose

 My Story #37:

Ronnie W. Wolfe

I Broke My Nose

My father worked in Covington, Kentucky, and he would go there on Monday and would stay all week in an apartment. The rest of us stayed at home on the farm to keep things going there.

On one occasion, my father came home on Friday evening, and I was excited to see him; but he went to the barn first rather than come into the house. I moved as fast as I could to go out to the barn to see him, but I forgot about a small step off from our front porch. I lost my balance at that step and fell face-first directly onto a rock, and my nose was the first thing that hit the rock. My nose began to bleed, and my father came running. He picked me up and carried me into the house. That is all I wanted: to see my father; but this evening I got more than the sight of him. I didn't really break my nose, but my father thought that I may have, so I got personal attention. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DAD in heaven!

Working For Kelly Girl Service

 My Story #36:
Ronnie W. Wolfe

Working For Kelly Girl Service

After graduating from Fugazzi Business College, I had a promise given to me that as long as I live the college would have a job for me. Upon my graduation, they put me in contact with "Kelly Girl Service." Can you imagine that? Of course, I needed the work, so I began to work for them. I took shorthand, typed letters, filed cards and statements, made copies, typed reports and did general secretarial work. I was one of only a few men who worked for Kelly Girl Service.

Then the name was changed to Kelly Services, because more and more men were getting into that kind of work. That name was a little easier for me to tolerate.

The work was mostly temporary; so, from week to week or month to month (and sometimes day to day), I would work for different people doing different things. Once I sat in a lawyer's office all day just to answer the phone while he was in court. The phone did not ring even once. That was one boring day.

I was paid at one time about $1.65 per hour for the work. That was the "going rate." Once while working at AAA Worldwide Travel, I was working through Kelly Services. The lady that I worked for asked me how much Kelly was paying me, and I told her around $1.65. She said she was paying them $2.50 per hour. I told her she could not hire me full time unless I had not worked for her for six months. She said "You're fired." So, she fired me for six months and then hired me back for $2.50 per hour. I was a happy camper.

Even later, when I was teaching and working at Lexington Baptist College, I used Kelly Services to supplement my income on a part-time basis. Those were the days!

 

My Story #35

Ronnie W. Wolfe

Memories of POLIO

When I was two years old, I contracted Polio from somewhere. No one knows for sure what is the source of this disease. When they thought that it was contacted through dirty water and that mostly children contracted Polio, they called it Infantile Paralysis. Later they came up with a more scientific name, Poliomyelitis.

I was taken to five doctors, and none of them could diagnose my condition until the fifth doctor told my parents to take me to the hospital. When we reached the hospital, the doctors there knew immediately what it was.

I was very fortunate that I did not need to be put into an iron lung to breathe, but I did see many of them in the hospital in my young years.

My paralysis was mainly in my legs. My right leg is completely paralyzed, and my left leg is mostly paralyzed. I need to walk with two long-leg braces and crutches. Fortunately, this has not hindered my doing most anything that I wanted to do. Some think that with paralysis comes "no feeling," but I have complete feeling in my legs, for which I am thankful.

In compensation, the Lord gave me strong hands and arms; and with my hands he also gave me a gift for music. Without that, I am sure I would not have accomplished many things that I have been able to do in my life. I am thankful for all the encouragements that I have received through my life which has helped me to keep pushing forward.

The Lord, of course, has been a great help in my life. He has sustained me and kept me from dying more than once. His grace is abundant and free. His gift of faith to me is so appreciated, for without that gift of faith I would never have trusted him. All good and perfect gifts come from above 

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My Story #34

 

The Mustache Caper #2

There was a shock that went through the crowd when I finally cut off my mustache. People began to ask me why I shaved my mustache. I told them that it seemed that everyone got used to my having it, and they did not give me attention. Now that I have shaved it off, everyone is giving me attention again. That was just a funny little excuse to get a laugh, and it worked for a while. Now everyone is used to my not having a mustache, and that is all right with me. I love not having to work with it all the time.

 

My Story #33:

Ronnie W. Wolfe 

The Mustache Caper

 Sometime in 1960s, Bob Jones, Demas Brubacher, Robert Carpenter, and I were riding along going to or coming from an appointment that we had, and someone said, "Why don't we all grow mustaches?" We discussed it for a few minutes and decided to compete and find out who could grow a mustache first.

We all agreed, and the next day we did not shave our mustache, and the race was on. Bro. Robert Carpenter grew a mustache in a matter of a few days--no competition with him. then I grew on next in line. Bro. Brubacher and Jones grew something, but they never did grow a full mustache. Robert Carpenter and I wore ours for a few years. I think I wore mine for about two years. Robert wore his for several years. Later, Robert grew a full beard and, as far as I know, wears it to this day.

So much for winning (or losing) a competition. I got tired of carrying around a "mustache kit" everywhere we traveled and fooling around with a mustache. So, after two years, I shaved off my mustache and have not had one since.