Ted and Theodore

He was sitting in front of a busy grocery store. His hair was a little messy. He wore a jacket that had seen better days. One shoe showed its wear and tear by the hole in the big toe area.

He was sitting on a wrinkled newspaper to help keep his bottom from feeling the cold cement. He had a billed hat sitting in front of him. The purpose was to collect loose change, and if he got lucky maybe a dollar or two.

Some walked by ignoring him. Others bent over and tossed some coins. One guy was walking by. His name was Ted. Ted worked for the local newspaper as a reporter. He stopped in front of the beggar. He didn’t reach into his pockets. He didn’t say a word.

People continued to walk by but Ted seemed to be reporting the scene taking place in front of him. This made the homeless man a little nervous. In fact, he was getting to the point he was considering picking up his change and hat and moving on.

The two caught eyes and stared at each other. Then Ted stepped closer and then bent down and grabbed a floating newspaper. He laid it down and sat on it. Now the two were side by side, like best friends.

” What happened buddy? What put you in the predicament, where you have to beg for money”?

” I don’t know how it happened. It seems like my brain got messed up somewhere along the way. I remember my story very well, to a point”, the beggar began to explain. ” I was a young man of who came from many men who were fighters in the wars. I knew from the time I was a kid, that I wanted to protect our country too”.

He paused a moment, taking out a dirty cloth from his breast pocket and wiping a tear a way. He was living his memories and Ted was being gently pulled into his words. ” I wasn’t even dry behind the ears yet when I jumped up and joined the Army. I was so proud when I walked through that front door and showed my pa my papers”.

The two sat there in silence for a few minutes, each picturing his pa’s smile when he told him his news. ” It was rough. Rough training and I got sent to the front line first thing. I worked with my team and before I knew it I was moving up and up in rank. Before long, I was leading my group through grass and dirt. Then it happened, I didn’t see it. I didn’t see the hidden grenade hiding under this big, dark bunch of grass.  I walked right on it and boom, my life changed forever”.

Again, both sat in silence. Ted pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, offering one to the homeless man. Shaking his head no, Ted put the pack back in his pocket. Inhaling the words and the tobacco, he waited until he put the butt out before  he continued speaking.

” So what happened then? I mean, you didn’t die or get hurt bad, because you are sitting here in front of me. Aside from the fact I see you begging and you need a good meal and a bath, you look alright”.

” That’s what most folks think. No one really knows what happens when you have served time in a war. When that happened to me, I was injured. I was taken by some of the guys in my platoon to a truck that took me to the Army medical tent. They fixed me up real good. I got some scars on my legs and a couple on my arms, but the scars you can’t see are up here in my head”.

The beggar pointed up to his head and started knocking on it like it was a big, wooden door. The two of them laughed out loud and Ted liked that this guy still has a sense of humor.

” You can’t look at it any other way, you know, you gotta laugh at life. By the way, what’s your name fella”?

” Ted, just call me Ted”. The homeless man wiped his hand on his dirty pants and extended it to Ted. ” Well nice to meet you nice fella, I mean Mr. Ted”.

” So what happened after you went to the medic”? ” Well, I do remember that I was discharged. I wasn’t too happy about that news, but I did get an honorable discharge and I got some medals for being a good guy. I was sent home then. I was told to take it easy and maybe I could find a part/time job somewhere. I was told I would get some money every month for being a good guy”.

” Well I bet your family was glad to see you”, Ted said. ” Yep, they sure were. I got more pats on the back than any dog could get. I walked into a party that had all my favorite foods and a big, fat chocolate cake”.

” Life seemed good for a spell. I got a job as a mechanic down at Tom’s car lot. Found me a gal and got married. It was no time at all that she told me we were going to have a baby. I can remember just swelling up with pride. I went out and picked  her a couple of flowers and we celebrated all night long”.

” What good news that was, and it seems that life was treating you good”, Ted replied.

” Yep, it sure was, until I started forgetting things and where I was. I  accidentally walked into a metal bar at the shop. It knocked me silly. From that moment on life just fell apart. My wife must have known I was not going to be able to provide for her and a baby because she up and left me. I got to the place I couldn’t remember which way was up. I even got fired from work because it might have been Tuesday but I thought it was Sunday”.

” That’s terrible man, but don’t you get some kind of help from your insurance? You must get some kind of break”.

” Well, I did. Yep, I sure did. I got an extra pay check every month to help pay the bills, but my wife done me dirty. She went and hired herself an attorney and got him to say I was a mental mess from serving in the military. Ever since that day, she never did divorce me. She still receives my paychecks but she lies and says that she is helping me. I don’t have anything. I can’t even fight for my rights because I have no money and a brain that forgets most times”.

Silence once again fell. Ted lit up another cigarette. The beggar man was out of words.  He had told his story. There was nothing left to say. Ted blew smoke rings, pondering on all he had heard.

Suddenly he put his cigarette out and jumped up. Taking the guys hat and handing it to him, he lowered his arm helping the beggar stand. ” Have you eaten lately”? Ted asked.

” What day is it”?, the man said with a sheepish grin. ” Come on and by the way, what is your name sir”? ” My name is Theodore, Theodore Williams”. Ted looked at him wrinkling his eye brows.  Ted knew of a man in his family who was a pure nut case, according to the gossip. His name was Theodore Williams. Ted placed his arm around Theodore’s shoulder and they walked inside the grocery store together.





Our Son


Our Son

Leaving Mom and Dad

Going from child to man

A calling he heard

Then a verbal word

He had a very important task to do

He got on the bus, he’s waving too

With Mom  tears streaming from both eyes

Even Dad and sis were saying goodbyes

Their son, her brother was on his way

This was so very important a day

In God they had no choice but trust

That he would be coming back on that bus

And now he is completely out of sight

We love our son with all our might

I know he will do his very best

He will give it all each and every test

And although he may be called to front line

I pray dear Lord keep him safe and let him shine

For we will be hoping to see him one day

Our son who chose the military way.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd





Walking down the dirty streets, hands in pockets. Kicking a few pebbles to see how far they could go. Paid his debt to the run-down rooming house he had taken up space in the night before.

He’d been transferred home due to a medical injury. A back injury. An actual stupid mistake. Tripped over his own two feet; coming down hard and twisting the wrong direction.

He could still walk but the column in his back was like a bomb getting ready to explode. The wrong direction, and bam, paralysis could be a new word in his vocabulary. From the diagnosis, he was packed and titled useless, and sent home.

Jim had run a way from home once before now being forced to return to his roots. But what roots were there to return to? He had been a kid when he left. He got a girl knocked up and got scared.

His parents said, “marry her” but he didn’t want to. He wasn’t ready to get married, so he ran. He enlisted, he planned to wipe out those bad things he had done and replace them with heroism.

For years he hadn’t given a thought to his past. Now with money in his pocket and nowhere to go he wondered the streets. Walking past his folks home he stopped. Looking at an x-ray of what once was years ago.

He hadn’t stayed in touch with his parents. He didn’t have any real reason. He just wanted to put it all to rest. Pretend it had never existed. The shame he carried of what he had done to that girl’s life haunted him now as he saw himself walking out the front door and heading down the street to see his girl.

He picked up his stride and ended up leaning against the same oak tree that he had first kissed her. That kiss had melted him like warm, gooey, hot fudge running down ice-cream.  He smiled to himself as he thought back to that moment. He wondered whether she still lived around here. Was she married, what happened to the kid?

He mentally kicked himself. What a coward he had been. He should have married her just like his parents said to do. At least he would have known the ending. A tear fell from his eye as he thought of the kid and wondered boy or girl. What did they look like today.

He stood upright and started to leave when a young girl came running out of that house. Long blonde pig tails, slender, a big smile on her face. Could that be her? Did his girl still live here?

He watched her as she skipped down the sidewalk. Where ever she was headed she was happy to be going. When he couldn’t see her anymore he took off walking again. He walked back towards town.

He went into the same doors that he had bought her hamburgers and malts. He sat down in the same booth they had once shared. He stared out the window as he waited for the waitress to come take his order.

Emotional pain was running through his veins. Being shoved back into the past hurt more today than the day he looked around and whispered goodbye to his home town. A voice said, ” do you need a menu?”

He turned towards the voice and looked into the eyes that he once knew so well. Silence was thick as they each had recognition of each other. Taking her waitress cap off and tucking her pencil and pad into her apron she sat down beside him.

The two were the only ones in the room as the world became quiet. They both opened their mouths to speak at the same time.meeting http://youtu.be/iIpfWORQWhU




Pressed Against The Glass

fireworks.jpegPressed Against The Glass

I see  your face

Pressed against the glass

And I play  it over and over

Again as I lay here  bleeding

I can not feel my legs

Not even my arms

But my heart can

Feel you laying

Next to me

That last night

We spent together

And now I lay

Out in the open

Waiting for help

Crying out to you

Hoping you can hear

My words through

The stars that shine

Down on me; my love

If I don’t make it back

Please always know

That I loved you

Until my last breath.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Photograph In My Mind

Soldiers Gather for Twilight Vigil at Fort Hood

Please don’t cry

When I turn a way

For I must go

And this you know

I have to do

What is right for me

I must serve

In the  military

Please dry your eyes

And smile for me

Let me savor

It in memory.

Terry Shepherd