The Old Man and a Bucket of Shrimp
This is a wonderful story and it is true.
A story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for our freedom.
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It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.
Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place .
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant .....maybe even a lot of nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida ... That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero in World War I, and then he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were or even if they were alive.
Every day across America millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.
The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle.
They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft...suddenly Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.
Reference: (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp...221, 225-226)
PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for your freedom.
As you can see, I chose to pass it on. It is a great story that many don't know...You've got to be careful with old guys, you just never know what they have done during their lifetime.

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You neglected to mention he also won the Medal of Honor. Not an easy thing to do.

Great story!
Thank you and all those that have sacrificed for us.

Thanks for sharing that. I knew all the rest but the seagull connection.

Argh, I hate these half-truths about people I worshipped in my youth. When faced with wrong information about a great person are you obligated to let false accolades be, or should you stress the truth even if it is less "glorifying" to an already great person?

Anyway, I know that Mr. Rickenbacker was of a character that he would prefer that the truth be used as his legacy and would encourage everyone to ensure it remained that way.

So, I must say this is the first time I have heard this shrimp story, Mr. Rickenbacker did live in Florida part of the time but also lived in NYC.

He was not the first American ace, but he was the highest scoring American ace of the war (26 victories). He did go down in a B17 in the Pacific but as a passenger, it was not "his crew". And they did drift for 24 or so days. One guy died, but he was sick with liver failure or something when they took off. They did catch a seagull. They got lost due to navigation, the bubble sextant slid off the table during takeoff or something like that.

He was not a founder of Eastern Airlines but he was the GM and was the President for a while.

He also owned the Indianapolis Speedway and started the Indy 500.

I did a search then on the quoted author "Max Lucado", as he is the only reference for this. Apparently he is a minister and not without controversy himself, I don't really care but I will end with a quote about him that I got from an early aviation forum discussing this same thing:

Rickenbacker deserves respect and admiration for what he did, not for what people out to sell books and religions like to claim he did.

Anyway, after all that, I wish everyone a healthy and prosperous New Year!

Sincerely to all,

Mark