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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Lock (03/06/06)

TITLE: The Open Door
By Wendell Owens
03/08/06


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I remember every evening sitting on Grandma's porch watching cars on the road go by. We grew up in the poorest part of our town but in those days we never locked our doors.

Sometimes transient people would pass by and stop and talk for awhile. The greetings were always "howdy do" and "it's a fine night isn't it?" Grandma would stand and look through the porch screen and alwaya ask them if they were thirsty or wanted a bologna sandwich. Sometimes they would say "yes maam I surely would" and sometimes they would just shake their heads "no thanks" and keep on going.

I was a wonderful time in our country when you could sleep on the porch in a rollaway bed and not worry whether someone was going to harm you or not. It was a time of open doors and hospitality no matter what side of the tracks you lived on.

Those days are gone now but how I wish my children would have known those times. There was a special night when a raggedy vagrant man sat on the stoop out front and as usual Grandma offered her sandwich and drink. The man rose, turn with a capturing smile and said, "Yes maam I would love a sandwich." Grandma told me to let him in but hold him at the entrance of the front door till she made him something to eat and drink. The man's demeanor was gentle and kind and his look was peaceful and loving. As I took a few steps away from the man I heard Grandma ask me to ask the man if he preferred water or a coke. I spun around to ask him but he was gone. There is no way he could have escaped me hearing him leave but he was gone just the same. Grandma entered the living room and I told her what had happened. She said something I will never forget, "Never forget to help a stranger for they may be angels unaware!"

I lock my doors now, and still help strangers, but I long for the days when people were less affraid and fed angels unaware.


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Jan Ackerson 03/13/06
What a wonderful story! Consider "fictionalizing" this and writing it as a full-fledged short story--it's quite charming.
Patricia Charlton03/14/06
I agree with Jan. This would make a great short story.
Marie Hearty 03/14/06
I agree with the others. It would make a great short story. I liked how you described the poor people as being friendly, as so often they are not seen that way. Great going.
Kurt Youngdale03/15/06
What year was that? I really enjoyed this story a lot. Doesn't the Bible say when we help other people it's like helping Jesus.
Jessica Schmit03/16/06
Great job!