Old Man and a Bucket of Shrimp

[markymark640]

An Old Man & A Bucket Of Shrimp


This is a wonderful story and it is true. You will be glad that you read it.

It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.

Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.

Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.

Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.

Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'

In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place.

When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.

If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like  'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.

To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant....maybe even a lot of nonsense.

Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.

Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida ... That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.

His full name:  Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero in World War I, and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.

Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were or even if they were alive.

Every day across America millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.

The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle.

They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft...suddenly Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull!

Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.

Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.

PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for your freedom.

[Pete]

Thanks for posting the info, not something I was aware of.

[GiG]

Rickenbacker Motor Company was a US automobile manufacturer based in Detroit, Michigan at 4815 Cabot Street. My grandparents lived on Cabot, across the street from the Rickenbacker Plant.
Shatterproof Glass operated in the old Rickenbacker Plant until 1982. My mom worked at Shatterproof in the 50s. The old Shatterproof/Rickenbacker factory building is still in use on Cabot. Last time I went by there, I looked for the Rickenbacker top hat logos on the building that I used to look at as a youngster. The logos are still visible, although Rickenbacker Plant closed more than 90 years ago. Rickenbacker Motors is mostly forgotten, but were known for speed and innovation.
There is a ton of old automotive archaeology  in Detroit.

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Rickenbacker Motor Company was a US automobile manufacturer based in Detroit, Michigan from 1922 until 1927.

The company was established by Eddie Rickenbacker, who used his World War I 94th Fighter Squadron emblem depicting a top hat inside a ring. The emblems were located both on the front and the back of the cars.[citation needed]

The company made sporting coupés, touring cars, sedans, and roadsters. Four wheel inside brakes were introduced in 1923. Rickenbacker made an unsuccessful attempt to merge with Peerless around 1924.

Early six-cylinder engines were joined in 1925 by an eight-cylinder engine. The model was named Vertical Eight Super Fine which referred to the advanced proprietary engine and the high quality of the cars.[2]

Although 1927 saw new models, designated the 6-70, 8-80, and 8-90, Rickenbacker cars were too expensive for the time and sales were poor. Before the company closed down in 1927, more than 35,000 cars had been built

[Rams]

Thanks for posting that.

I've read it before but always enjoy reading about our heros.   

Rams 

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

Great thread. 

[Patrick]

Had not heard the story about the shrimp, nice.

[Gavin_Sons]

Sorry, the people deserve the truth. 

https://www.truthorfiction.com/rickenbacker/

[Rams]

Sorry, the people deserve the truth.  

https://www.truthorfiction.com/rickenbacker/

According to truth or Fiction.

Honestly, I don't know but, if it's on the Internet, it must be true.   

Rams

[Wizzard]

I knew it was not true from previous posts elsewhere, but too bad this stuff gets perpetuated on the web. It does not diminish this man's importance or his contribution to society.

[Rams]

I knew it was not true from previous posts elsewhere, but too bad this stuff gets perpetuated on the web. It does not diminish this man's importance or his contribution to society.

Agreed!   

[Jess from VA]

Being an old man, the only thing I need to carry a bucket around for is to piss in.  Though the ground works pretty well for me (in the back yard, not the front), and the bucket was getting heavy.   

I'm also not a fan of sea gulls (except for watching at distance).  You take a bunch of food out to them, be prepared to be attacked en mass.  They've got exceedingly bad manners.

[Wizzard]

Being an old man, the only thing I need to carry a bucket around for is to piss in.  Though the ground works pretty well for me (in the back yard, not the front), and the bucket was getting heavy.   

I'm also not a fan of sea gulls (except for watching at distance).  You take a bunch of food out to them, be prepared to be attacked en mass.  They've got exceedingly bad manners.

Lol,.,, and they crap twice as much as they eat

[Gavin_Sons]

Eddie Rickenbacker owned the Indianapolis Speedway from 1927 to 1945.