wooden toy truck

My Toy Truck

wooden toy truck

My Toy Truck

When I was very young.  I watched my grandfather make this wooden truck, my eyes were wide open to every move he made.  I’d never seen anyone make a toy car from wood before.  I watched as he cut out the frame with the band saw.  That saw was very sharp but I watched my grandfather move it around till the full-body took shape. Then he ran the main body through a wheel type grinder with to sand off the rough edges.  I watched as he continued to put the pieces together.  Finally, I had my truck.  Albeit it’s missing a fender or two over the past several decades of moving, it’s still one of my favorite possessions.  It was a gift from my grandfather that started out as a block of wood but was something that I could never buy from a store.  It was all mine.

And while it was extraordinary to watch someone make a toy truck from wood, as I grew up and my brain matured, I came to appreciate the talent and skill of not only a carpenter who happened to by my grandfather, but one who made me a priceless toy just for me, and him being blind didn’t stop him a bit.

So what’s my excuse for not giving, for not acting?  I don’t think I have any.

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