When my family began publishing Classic Boating magazine in 1984, the inside back cover was reserved for Inspiration Point, a benediction at the end of each issue. My dad felt led by God to start the magazine when we were going through a rough patch. Inspiration Point is our acknowledgement that God is in control. Eventually, the task of writing the brief missive fell to me, which I do with a pseudonym. Here is one of them.
|Photo by Jim Wangard|
Pussy Cat spent his days lounging on the top of
the fence separating his yard from the rest of the neighborhood complex. He
never deigned to socialize. If anyone approached with the hope of petting him,
he leaped down inside his yard.
day came when his people moved away. Either they didn’t care to take him along
or he hid and they gave up on him. Either way, he was now alone in the world.
new residents apparently didn’t want a cat. They didn’t feed him. No longer was
he king atop his fence.
began to roam the complex. At first, he avoided contact with anyone. As the
days went by, however, he grew thin. His glossy coat became dull and matted.
prevented him from running away anymore. When a tin of sardine scraps was
placed before him, he gratefully licked it clean.
days passed and he disappeared. No doubt he had crawled off to die alone, as he
had lived alone.
Two are better than one... If they fall
down, they can help each other up. But pity those who fall and have no one to
help them up. Ecclesiastes
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