An Unusual Love Story

Eyes on the Future, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

I’m not fond of internet stories that have been forwarded many times for a couple of reasons: 1. I’m not sure they are true. 2. There is danger of acquiring viruses that way.

However, a story Jerry gave me yesterday which had been sent to him by a colleague is such a beautiful one and crammed with such a dynamite lesson that I am bringing it to you. The story may be apocryphal, but my copy of the story ascribes the author as being Captain Kenneth DeCelle who is with the United States Army, although he says the story is not his.

“We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, Hi.” He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.

‘Hi there, Baby. Hi there, Big Boy. I see ya, Buster,’ the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks. What do we do?

Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya pattycake? Do you know peek-a-boo?’

‘Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo.’

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing.

As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s pick-me-up position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man’s.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s raged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back.

No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.

The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms, and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, ‘You take care of this baby.’

Somehow I managed, ‘I will,’ from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain.

I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you, Ma’am. You’ve given me my Christmas gift.’

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. (In the car) my husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, ‘My God, my God, forgive me.’

I had just witnessed Christ’s love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, ‘Are you willing to share your son for a moment?’ He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me that to enter the Kingdom of God we must become as little children.’

Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.”


The baby pictured above is Drake Buxton, one of my great-grandsons. His parents, Chris and Christiana, brought him and his sister to see us on Sunday.


My other blog is here.


About Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 78 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She has been married to Jerry for 60 years. They have 4 children, 12 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)
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8 Responses to An Unusual Love Story

  1. dean says:

    wow!! give me those eyes….. non judgemental, filled only with love. thanks.

  2. Shirley says:

    Oh, Dean, me too. Why do you think we tend to judge people by their clothes, failing to see past a shirt or a dress, failing to look to a person’s heart?

    In one way, though, is it not fair to judge that way? If a man is drunk or dirty should we not be cautious? It’s more than that, though, I believe. What if the man had been well-dressed and clean, but was also loud? Would that be as offensive? Should it be? Aren’t we really protecting ourselves, so that people–even strangers–don’t lump us with unseemly behavior? Probably, if we could ever completely have a Christ-like spirit, we wouldn’t at all worry about what others say, or how cool or suave we come across.

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  4. harmonie22 says:

    Thank you for sharing, this truly moved me. God bless.

  5. WOW! What can one say except – we all need to take a lesson from the baby. God Bless you for sharing that!

  6. Shirley says:

    God bless all of you for sharing in this beautiful story, and for visiting my site.

  7. pauline says:

    i have an unusual story too..its all about my high school first love,he always neglect me despite all my papansin trivia towards childish and a very happy person,while he is quiet and very unpredictable..were really opposite in many ways and in many things,but i cant understand why my love for him..grew stronger each day,the more he ignores me..the harder i try to be noticed by him..but he is really cold hearted,i know he is aware of what im doing but still he pay no mind..what is he??how can i avoid this feeling?he is so lucky because he is the only guy my heart wants to love and love all over again..i never ever love no one before him..but i know he will just break my heart..will i let him?

  8. Tanushree says:

    Thank you for sharing this story. Its an eye opener

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