Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Through the years that my husband owned the junkyard he employed a lot of people. Many came and went with little more than a blip in our lives. The turnover rate at a business like that can be as high as the rate for a retail store which is around 75%.
But there were some with whom we became friends. We socialized with their families and watched their children grow up as they watched our children do the same.
There was one family of young men who were special to us.
The first one we knew was a big tough-talking guy. He was really a good guy but his mouth often got him into trouble. When he would insult someone at a business we dealt with I was the one who had to go try to rectify the situation.
Basically he was a nice person but he could not control his temper when he thought he was being slighted. The last I heard he is living in Georgia again.
His brother came up and worked for us for a short time. He was a charismatic guy who liked the ladies. He went home to Georgia shortly after he came. He was killed when a jealous husband stabbed him.
A cousin was a truly hard worker. He did not drink and did not carouse with women. He and his wife were raising 3 children and staying out of trouble. Even though they were quite a bit younger than we were we spent a lot of time with them.
His brother was not as dedicated to working for a living. He considered himself a "pretty boy" and tried to give of himself to as many women as possible. His wife put up with it far longer than she should have before she divorced him. They had 2 little boys.
Then another cousin came from Colorado. He was older and had a larger family. He worked as hard as he had to to make his wages but no more. He was quiet and kept to himself.
We no longer had the junkyard. My husband and I divorced. And as so often happens we sort of lost touch with some of our friends.
The two cousins and their cousin from Colorado opened a junkyard of their own. From what I heard they were doing well. I was happy for them.
Then one day I heard on the news that their junkyard had been robbed at gun point. The cousin from Colorado had been shot and killed.
The hard worker was there with him but he was okay.
The "pretty boy" had settled down as he matured but he was home that day with his family. When his brother called to tell him what happened he was very upset.
He was on the phone to the police trying to get some help and some information. As he was on the phone he had a heart attack and died instantly.
It was a tragic day for their family. We all mourned because it was all so senseless.
It is another example of living life while we can. There are no guarantees of another day.