Just recently my husband, Charlie, was driving to Beaumont for a retirement celebration for a co-worker. It was on a Friday that Charlie was off. He had many things he needed to do around here, but this fellow retiring was a great guy and Charlie felt like it was important to drive over and wish him well. Lucky for Bob Berry!
On the return trip, between Houston and Beaumont, along I-10, Charlie stopped off for gas. As he filled up his tank, he noticed a wallet on top of the gas pump. He opened it up to see who it belonged to and found Bob Berry's driver's license. Charlie used his phone to look up Bob's address and phone number. When he called his home, he reached Bob's wife. Mrs. Berry told Charlie that 80-year-old Bob had been on a joy ride on his Harley when he left his wallet behind. (Yes, I said 80 years old!)
Later that day, Bob and Charlie spoke and made arrangements for Bob to drive up and retrieve his wallet the next morning. Bob arrived during our neighborhood Halloween Breakfast.
|Bob and Charlie posing in front of the Harley.|
So during our short time with Bob, we learned that he was a marine and a decorated war vet from the Korean War. He told us that with getting older, you start losing friends. He said the friends that are still around can't drive anymore and their wives have to drive them around. Bob said, "Or they're sick, can't walk or on some medication and can't drink anymore." He told us that he had to get some younger friends. So he bought a Harley. Bob says it's like being in a fraternity. He has friends wherever he goes.
|What a character! 80-years-YOUNG and full of life!|
What we all learned is that it's always fashionable to do the right thing. It might have taken a little effort to find Mr. Berry and track him down, but we all know the fear of identity theft. His wallet, in the wrong hands, might have actually MADE it to Girls, Girls, Girls.
But for us, we were blessed to meet this fine gentleman who served our country proudly, who lost soldier buddies in war, who has a new lease on life after doing a little evaluating as his aging comrades began dying off. I think we all learned a lesson from Bob Berry.
- NEVER, pay attention to scantily clad women with a flyer for a new club.
|Even Hope and Gracen got in on the fun.|
And with that, Mr. Bob Berry climbed onto his big blue Harley and started it up with a roar. Charlie had mapped out a nice route for his return ride home to Houston. He turned around and gave a big smile and a wave and was off like the wind. Safe travels, Mr. Berry!