Slim Randles' Home Country
Calamities at home and away
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[March 20, 2010]
When little Jimmy Crispin walked away from his home the
other day, it was an earthshaking calamity. Jimmy is 3, you see,
and Cheryl Crispin, his mom, is really a good mother, but we all
know how quick a 3-year-old can be. It was cold, and all he had was
a sweater over his regular clothes. Blue-and-white. Knitted for him
by his grandmother in the city.
Within an hour, it was on the radio stations in the valley. The high
school closed at noon so students could help in the search. Steve
and Dud saddled horses to hunt for the boy down along the river.
By lunch time, we had been informed by reporters just what Jimmy had
for breakfast, what color shoes he was wearing, a good description,
including a small scar on his left ankle, and what are his favorite
things to eat.
At the barber shop and down at the Curl Up 'N Dye beauty salon,
Jimmy was the only topic of conversation. Jimmy's plight replaced
even the weather and political discussions at the Mule Barn and the
At least two local churches unlocked their doors so people could
stop by and pray for the little boy's safe return, and ladies from
one church and the Ladies Literary League took hot dishes over to
the Crispin house for the family.
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About 8 o'clock that night, Mrs. Shepherd went out in her
backyard to see what her dog was barking at, and found little Jimmy
huddled in a corner of her garage. He was cold and hungry and
crying, but he was all right.
By 8:30, everyone in the valley knew about it and gave prayers of
On the other side of the world, a disaster claimed tens of
thousands of lives later that night. But in the morning, all we
talked about was Jimmy. We all know a 3-year-old boy. None of us
knows tens of thousands of people.
We'll just send some money and prayers and say, "Isn't that a
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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