Mike Huckabee News
Nov 21 2012
Throughout this holiday week, I will share stories of Thanksgiving from radio listeners across the country.
From New York:
Back in the early fifties my siblings and I would dress up in our parent's clothes and go out into the neighborhood to beg, "Anything For Thanksgiving?". Somewhat like "Trick or Treat" on Halloween, only not as scary!
One Thanksgiving my Mom dressed me in one of her two or three dresses. Meager times back then! Anyway the rule was that I was to be back home by 2:00 PM as we were having company for dinner and my Mom needed the dress to wear!!
Great memories and great times! Happy Thanksgiving to ALL!!!
Dennis Martin, New York
The Thanksgiving that I will never forget was in 1997. Two days before, my Dad was taken from the nursing home to the hospital. The hospital called me at home to let me know that my Dad was in critical condition with a stroke. I raced to the hospital. On the way, I felt a presence of a spiritual being. But it was urgent. This being, was there to let me know that he was taking my Daddy with HIM. I remember driving the car and screaming to Jesus, saying, "You promised me you wouldn't take my father until he got saved!" I immediately had a peace that HE would leave my Daddy on the earth and I would get to talk to him once again.
When I got to the hospital, my Daddy was on life support, even though his records stated that he was not to be put on life support. My Dad kept motioning to me that he wanted the respirator off. I mentioned this to the Doctor and he said that they put my Dad on life support because the family had not come to the hospital yet. My father had to sign a waiver stating that he knew that he would probably die if they took the life support off. They weaned him off of the respirator and placed him in a room. He kept trying to talk to me but his throat was so sore. I told him to rest and we would talk in the morning. I spent the night in his room with him. The next morning was Thanksgiving. When my Dad awakened, I felt the need to ask him if he had "made peace" with Jesus. He said, "YES, that is what I was trying to tell you last night. Your Jesus came to me and I "made peace" with HIM. I told him I was sorry for all my sins, HE told me that I would be in heaven when I died." I was so excited with my Dad's testimony. My Dad was the first one in my family to get saved. I had witnessed to all of my family, so many times that they had told me to NEVER talk about religion to them. My Dad always said, "I will make peace with Jesus when I am ready."
This was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. My Dad passed peacefully the following Sunday. I was sad to see him go, but I know where he is. My Dad and I were very close and I am so thankful that he accepted Christ before he passed on and that HE allowed me to know this. I have the peace that I will see my Daddy again when I join him in heaven.
Thanks for the opportunity to share this with your listeners. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Dottie Thomen, Arizona
After my mother passed away I always made sure to go to my father's home to prepare a Thanksgiving meal for him. My brother and sister would usually join us. Nine years ago I had pneumonia and really didn't feel like making the 200 mile trip but I knew he would be disappointed if I didn't come. I did let him know that we would change the tradition a little and have Thanksgiving on Friday. That would give me one extra day to recover. I had most of the groceries, made the trip and began preparation knowing, of course, that try as I might it wouldn't be nearly as good as my mother's cooking. No one could step into her shoes! In the middle of cooking Daddy came in the kitchen and said "Do you think you could take a little time out and go for a ride in the country"? That was our entertainment when we were kids. We tried our best to find a country road we had never traveled before! Of course, I said yes, put everything on hold, turned the oven off and away we went. I think we really did find a road that day that I had never been on! Daddy pulled over and we looked off into the distance at a beautiful scene of Kentucky hills rolling into each other. Daddy said, "You can almost imagine the creation of earth when you look at something like this!" I agreed. It was breathtaking. He went on to say that he had been giving a lot of thought to how the Lord would take him, lately. I said I wished he wouldn't talk like that but he continued, saying that at his age it IS something that he thinks about and he just prayed that he would never have to suffer like my mother did (cancer) and he didn't want to go to a nursing home. I assured him that he wouldn't have to worry about that.
Eight days later I got a call from one of my father's neighbors. My father had gone to the post office, returned home, put the car in park and never got out of the car. The engine was still running. It took some time for my grief to ebb before I realized that the day of our country ride my father had said a prayer and God answered his prayer exactly as my father wanted. He never suffered and didn't have to go to a nursing home. I m so grateful that I put my illness aside and made the trip
Susan Raby, Kentucky