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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: India (02/12/09)

TITLE: "Give me your shoe boxes, please!"
By Clyde Blakely
02/15/09


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“Give me your shoe boxes, please!” – A True Story


In 1944 the Japanese overran Burma cutting off Allied supplies to the Chinese. General Vinegar Joe Stillwell was busy constructing the new “Burma Road” starting in India. I drove truck for the US Army.

On one trip, while halted for some reason in the streets of Calcutta, a woman jumped on the running board of my flatbed truck.

“Give me your shoe boxes, please!” She begged while knocking on my side window. There were hundreds of boxes of boots on the bed, held there by side racks. I tried to ignore her because we had orders not to give anything away. Riots had erupted when this happened; hungry, poor people.

Shoe boxes, what in the world does she want shoe boxes for? As the knocking and pleading continued, I turned to see a little lady with wide, tender eyes. The eyes even pleaded, Give me your shoe boxes!

I rolled the window down, “You know I can’t give you anything.”

“Just your boxes, you will throw them away anyway. Please. The boxes, please!”

“I can’t give you the boxes; they all have boots in them.”

“Please come with me.”

“I’m the driver and can’t leave the truck; we’re in a convoy.”

“You’ve been sitting here for hours. There are guards all around. You will hear the convoy start up. Come with me, please. I need to show you something.”

I looked around, guards were everywhere.

“Please!”

I glanced over at my buddy riding shotgun. Grinning, he shrugged his shoulders and nodded in her direction, “I’ll honk when we start up.”

She hopped down, expectantly. I opened the door and stepped down, reluctantly. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a nearby building.

Reaching the door, she paused and looked up. Her eyes seemed to search my soul. I felt uncomfortable. Why? She slowly opened the door. Entering into the semi-darkness she led me to the center of the room. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. My anger started to rise when I realized she had somehow talked other solders into giving her boxes. There were hundreds lining the walls, shoe box after shoe box.

I noticed other women scurrying around, bending over these boxes. I moved closer.

“Oh, Lord!” My cry was so loud all movement around me briefly stopped. She had been gathering throwaway babies off the streets of Calcutta. My eyesight blurred from welling tears.

Wordless, I turned and practically dragged this little lady back to the truck, followed by at least a dozen women. I ordered my buddy out of the truck and grabbed two guards, “Help me get these boots out of the boxes. Give the boxes to these women.”

“What, sir?”

My misty glare sufficed an answer.

Within minutes we had the boxes emptied, and the boots tied together by their laces. With the last box emptied and gone, my buddy asked, “Who was that feisty, little lady?”

“I don’t know. She called herself ‘Sister Teresa’.”

Decades later I thanked God I had opportunity to have met this “Sister” who later won the Nobel Peace Prize as “Mother Teresa”. To me, she was already a “mother” in 1944.


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Jan Ackerson 02/20/09
What a wonderful story!
Connie Dixon02/21/09
This is an amazing story, thank you for sharing another story about this awesome woman and her incredible life.
Margaret Gass02/21/09
Wow...I enjoyed this simple, straightforward portrayal of a woman we think we know. I knew she was compassionate and determined--I never thought of her as "feisty." Thanks for sharing.
Sonya Leigh02/22/09
Well written and very engaging. Good job.
Angela M. Baker-Bridge02/22/09
Very well written and compelling.
Seema Bagai 02/23/09
An excellent story. Well-written. I felt like I was right there watching the scene unfold.
Gregory Kane02/26/09
Hearty congratulations on your EC
Clyde Blakely02/26/09
This is a true story as related to me by a late WWII Veteran. Many other incredible facts were left out secondary to word limit. He had tears in his eyes as he described the scene of the hundred of boxes containing the smallest of babies. His life was changed. Praise God for He truly is the Father to the fatherless.
Clyde Blakely02/26/09
The "500" is missing after my name due to an error in auto payment. Being corrected. Keep FW alive!
Chely Roach02/26/09
Wonderful story...congrats on your EC!
David F. Palmieri Sr. 02/27/09
AWESOME BROTHER...I HAVE GOOSE BUMPS ON MY GOOSE BUMPS
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN, YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE, YOUR EXCELLENT EDITOR & GOOD LOOKIN' FRIEND DAVE...LETS GET STARTED ON THAT BOOK...REMIND ME LATER...
Eliza Evans 02/27/09
Just right.
You did a WONDERFUL eloquent job on this piece.

Huge congrats on your EC! :)