Old Guy And A Bucket Of Shrimp
This is a true story,
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
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
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, 'a guy who's a
sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might say. 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 back in World War II.
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. 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.
They 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. 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 - a very slight meal for eight men - of it. 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.
Reference: (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp. 221, 225-226)
PS: Eddie started Eastern Airlines
You've got to be careful with us old guys.
You never know what we have done.