Authors note: I would like to say goodbye to an old friend. "Techsan" was one of my editors and has been with me since I started writing stories in Aug. 2005. He along with others made my stories a much better read. He will be missed. Farewell old friend, God be with you.
A big thank you goes out to LadyCibelle and Miss Lynn for helping edit this story. Without their editing prowess, this story would have never been submitted.
Chapter 1
I had my final discharge papers after serving six years in the Army. It was a great day for me. I still had on my uniform as I was driving home after purchasing my new (used) truck. It might have been a couple of years old but it was new to me and it was mine. I even paid cash for it.
I had about forty miles to go when I stopped for gas. It was at one of these convenience store places. I slipped in my credit card when a car pulled in. It was facing me since we had the fuel filler door on opposite sides of our vehicle. I could see through the other car's front window.
There was a nice looking woman and it looked like two young kids in the back seat. They were both in some type of car seat. I watched the young woman get out of the car and slip her credit card into the slot.
I was filling my tank on the automatic while checking out the woman. She never started pumping her gas. Instead, she took her card and went into the store. I figured the machine wouldn't take her card.
The little girl in the back seat could see me and kept waving to me. Of course, I smiled and waved back. She kept doing it and laughing, so I kept waving back at her.
The woman came out looking really mad. I finished filling my tank and walked over to her car, and asked her if I could assist her in any way.
"He used up my debit card and I can't get gas, the bastard," said the young woman.
She looked up at me and apologized to me. "I'm sorry," she said while looking through her purse. "I wasn't really talking to you. I was just talking out loud. My boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend must have used up the total on our joint debit card. I need gas to get to where I'm going and only have ten dollars in my purse."
I heard the little girl in the back seat say, "Mommy, I'm hungry. When are we going to McDonalds?"
Her mom answered her. "Molly, I'm sorry, Sweetie; but Mommy doesn't have enough money to go out to eat. I'm lucky if I have enough money for gas to get to Aunt Susie's."
"You promised us Mommy..."
"Molly, please... not now. Mommy has to think for a minute. You talk to Robbie for a minute while Mommy figures out what to do."
"Maybe I can help. Let me give you a few dollars for gas and you can use your money for McDonalds."
"Why would you do that? You don't even know me," said the lady.
"I'm Sergeant or at least I was Sergeant Brown until earlier today. I retired from the military and I'm heading home. This is one of the best days of my life and I would like to help you out."
"I can't just accept money from you. We don't even know each other."
"I'm Jess Brown and who may you be?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm Chrissy Lane. The little girl with the curly red hair is Molly. The little boy is my son Robbie. We just left a bad living situation and are headed to a friend's house."
Molly spoke out, "I'm four years old and Robbie is going on two. He's my little brother. My Daddy was a hero. Mommy showed us his picture. He has a uniform on just like you. Did you know my Daddy? He died."
God, what was I supposed to say to this little girl? She was as cute as a button. She reminded me of the little red-haired girl in the Peanuts comic strip.
"No, honey, I didn't know your dad personally but I did hear his name mentioned and he was a hero. He even got the purple heart."
"Yes he did, mommy showed it to me," she said with a smile.
Of course, I didn't know her dad's name or even what branch of the service he was in, but she was happy with my reply. All those killed in the line of duty get the Purple Heart.
Chrissy smiled at me and then her face looked scared. "Oh my God, I left my stupid debit card in the store. I have to go back and get it."
While she walked back in the store I handed Molly a folded twenty dollar bill and told her to keep it a secret till after I left and then to tell her mommy that she was going to treat her to dinner at McDonalds. "Can you keep it a secret?" I asked Molly.
"Yes I can. Mommy's going to be surprised."
I went over to the pump, slipped in my credit card and started filling her tank. She came out of the store and asked me, "What are you doing?"
I smiled at her. "You look smarter than that. I'm putting gas in your car. It's almost full now."
"$65.00! I don't have enough money to pay for it," said Chrissy.
"I put it on my credit card. Don't worry about it," I replied.
"I can't accept that; I don't know you."
"Yes you do, I introduced myself, remember? Jess Brown. Look Chrissy, I just got out of the service. I spent six years helping people in foreign countries that I don't even know. I'm happy that I can help a fellow American in need. Please, just accept it, besides it's already paid for."
"I'll pay you back. Give me your address and I'll send you the money."
"Okay, I'll tell you what. Here's my cell phone number. If you want to pay me back, just call and I'll let you know my address then. I'm staying at my parents' for a few weeks till I get settled in."
"That's fair enough. I promise you I'll repay you. Thank you so much for helping us out."
I walked to the side window and said goodbye to a smiling Molly and her brother Robbie. They sure were some cute kids. Maybe someday I would be so lucky to have kids that seemed as nice as they did. Molly was still smiling as I said goodbye to Chrissy.
"What's so funny, Molly?" Chrissy asked with a smile.
"I can't tell you yet, Mommy. I have to wait till Jess leaves." The little gal even remembered my name.
I said goodbye once again and drove out of the parking lot. I was just out of sight of Chrissy's vision when I saw her open the car door and look around. Molly must have told her about dinner. I saw her get back in and drive over to the McDonald's parking lot across the street
My heart really felt good as I headed on home to my parents. I still had a good forty miles to go before getting home.
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When I got to the house, my mom and dad, my brother Bill and my sister Sue all greeted me. After all the hugs and kisses, we talked for a few minutes. Mom told me they were throwing me a party the next day and asked if I would wear my uniform.
I told her I would. Both my brother and sister told me that they would see me the next day. They would bring their families then since they just stopped by to welcome me home. After they left I changed my clothes and sat down to a home cooked meal. Nobody could cook as good as my mom.
Dad and Mom lived in the country. Dad still worked at the mill and did a little farming, if you want to call it that. They had some rabbits that dad raised and mom took care of the chickens. They had two dogs and a goat. There were always cats wandering around the place. I couldn't even guess how many. All I know is my mom fed them. Dad said they helped keep down the mouse population.
They had eggs for sale and about three times a year dad sold most of the rabbits. He liked them to get between four and eight pounds to get the best price but always kept a few for breeding. He told me it took about nine weeks for the rabbits to multiply. After that, he just raised them.
Of course, like most country or at least farm people, they had a big garden. My brother and sister both lived in town but did help my parents with the garden. We really did have a caring family.
The house was much bigger than they needed but it's the only house I ever remember. I had my own room, which was kind of in the attic. Mom had all my old stuff still in there. They used it for a storage room now. After eating, I went up and moved most of the stored stuff into the back of the attic, and got my room livable again. I didn't know how long I would be living there.