The Gas Station (A Christmas Story)

[Ickle]

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The Gas Station ... The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas
Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. He
had no decorations, no tree, no lights. It was just another day to him. He
didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were
no children in his life. His wife had gone. He was sitting there looking at
the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was
all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through. Instead
of throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was known by his
customers, told the man to come and sit by the space heater and warm up.
"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're
busy. I'll just go" "Not without something hot in your belly," George turned
and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't
much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew. Made it myself. When you're done there's
coffee and it's fresh." Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the
driveway bell. "Excuse me be right back," George said. There, in the
driveway, was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The
driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep
Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened
the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold; the car was
dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said, as he turned away. "But,
mister. Please help ." The door of the office closed behind George as he
went in. George went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck,
and went back outside. He walked around the building and opened the garage,
started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting.
"Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked
at, but she runs real good." George helped put the woman in the truck and
watched as it sped off into the night. George turned and walked back inside
the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck. Their tires were shot, too. That 'ol
truck has brand new ..." George thought he was talking to the stranger. But,
the man had gone. The thermos was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup
beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked
slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had
been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve
meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the
bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to
himself. So, he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through
the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln.
They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car. As he was working,
he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and, beside a police car, an
officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer
moaned, "Help me." George helped the officer inside as he remembered the
training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed
attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company
had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those
and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin',"
he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain,"
George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought
to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You
hang in there. I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead.
"Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your
car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard
destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting
up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that
shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside him. "I would never
leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled
back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet
passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I
think, with time, you're gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a
cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the
officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of
the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your
cash! Do it, now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George
could tell that he had never done anything like this before. "That's the guy
that shot me!" exclaimed the officer. "Son, why are you doing this?" asked
George. "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The
young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now, give
me the cash!" The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away,"
George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here now." He turned his
attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need the money,
well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now, put that pee shooter
away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man,
reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released
his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good
at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he
went on. "I've lost my job. My rent is due. My car got repossessed last week
" George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now
and then. The road gets hard sometimes. But, we make it through the best we
can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair, across
from the cop. "Sometimes, we do stupid things." George handed the young man
a cup of coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Com
in' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now, sit there and get warm and
we'll sort this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. He looked over
to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut
up and drink your coffee," the cop said. George could hear the sounds of
sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops
came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked
the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find
me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?"
the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I
don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work
here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said. "Just hired him this
morning. Boy lost his job." The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the
stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you, too, George, and thanks
for everything." "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That
ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and
came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go. Something for
the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in
handy some day." The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring
he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to
you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my
memories. That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An
airplane, a car, and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil
company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of
yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the
old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas
dinner with? You keep that, too," George said. "Now, git home to your
family." The young man turned, with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be
here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good." "Nope. I'm
closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after." George turned
around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I
thought you left?" "I have been here. I have always been here," said the
stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" "Well, after my wife
passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree,
and all, seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to
with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was getting a
little chubby." The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder, "But, you do
celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when
I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will
become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people
from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will
make you a rich man and not take any for himself. That is the spirit of the
season and you keep it as good as any man." George was taken aback by all
this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And, when
your days are done, you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved
toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go, now. I have
to go home, where there is a big celebration planned." George watched as the
old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned
into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George
... it's my birthday. Merry Christmas." George fell to his knees and
replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord."
Happy Christmas
Ickle :santagrin:

[ellieangel]

Great story Ickle :) :cry: :)

[kendalyn]

That's a tear jerker for sure! :cry:

[marion]

:cry: :cry: :cry: Lovely story.

[courtnek]

oh that made me cry...can I repost it? please?

:)