Toni Compton
Stories (12/0)
Smoke
When I lived in the Alexandria, VA, area, I knew three homeless individuals, a woman, and two men. I would see them occasionally in a shopping center just down the highway from where we lived. The shopping center had a thrift store that I liked to visit. My husband and I enjoyed thrift-store shopping, delighted in the goodies we found. I was in that thrift store one day when I noticed a wallet on the floor. I thought it had fallen off the counter and I picked it up. It was a nice wallet but upon closer inspection, I found that it belonged to someone. The wallet contained $40.00, assorted cards, and a driver's license. I left my name and phone number with the thrift store manager. I told her I was taking the wallet to the police station and the individual could pick it up there. A few hours later I received a call from a man with a heavy accent. "This would never have happened in my country!" he exclaimed. "Everything was in my wallet! This is what makes your country so great!" he continued. He told me he had recently immigrated to our country. He also told me that he would always pray for my goodness.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Psyche
Sugar and Spice?
When my brother and I were in grade school, we had a babysitter who was a large, older Swedish woman. I have very fond memories of her. Her name was Mrs. Matson. She raised canaries. She gave my brother and me a canary that did not sing. We named him Tweety Bird. Sometimes she would let my brother and me visit her chicken coop with her and we helped gather eggs. We had a very large back yard in which to play, and an old apple tree to climb.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Families
Mom's Ingenuity
The afternoon of my son's first day at kindergarten, I received a call from a very good friend. He had gone to my son's school that afternoon to pick up his three kids after school. He observed my son, and two other kindergarten boys walking down the middle of the street to the babysitter's house. He told me if it had been his kid, he would want to know. I thanked him for the information.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Families
Spirit Knows
Sometimes, Spirit moves us in ways that seem so insignificant but can be quite meaningful to others. The day dawned a good day for a softball game. Sunshine and clear skies invited the players, including my granddaughters, to their game. My son was the team coach so I had double interest in attending these games. My son played in the Little League as a child. He developed a love for ballgames. He had determined that when his twin daughters were old enough, he made certain they could play softball if they wanted.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Families
Nose Knows
I have lived in cities most of my life. I have, however, had encounters with wildlife where one would least expect to find them. Currently, my husband and I live in a complex that backs to a small woods and a ravine. My nose tells me we have had a visit from a skunk. Its odor reminded me of my last encounter with a skunk.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Petlife
Answered Prayer
When I was married to my first husband, Steve, I never tired of hearing his mother's story about the day she and the skill of a surgeon saved Steve's life. It was 1952. They were returning from a ball-game in St. Louis. Steve was sitting on her lap in the front seat. A car coming from the other direction hit them head-on. When the cars initially hit, Steve was thrown threw the windshield. The cars spun around and hit again. This time, Steve was thrown back into the broken glass of the windshield. He was seven years old. His mother had the presence of mind to apply pressure to the huge gash in his neck with towels they had in the car. An ambulance came and Steve was rushed to a hospital in St Charles (a St Louis suburb). When the surgeon, Dr Newbauser, first examined Steve, he offered little hope. Steve had lost so much blood. Dr. Newbauser elected to clamp the gash in Steve's neck at that time and began giving Steve plasma. Dr. Newbauser was encouraged because Steve began to "pink-up." The next morning, Dr. Newbauser performed delicate surgery, repairing the damage to Steve's neck. Steve's jugular vein had been spared by tenths of an inch.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Longevity
Jehovah Jireh
She awakened before sunrise, her heart pumping excitement. She had discovered a hole in the wall in her Grandmother's attic the day before. Her curiosity had pushed her to explore it. She had reached down inside the hole . She could barely grasp an object just within reach of her fingers. It was smooth and soft to her touch. Intrigued, she carefully pulled the object up and out. It was a little black notebook. She opened it to the first page. Only two words appeared on that page. In fact, they were the only two words in the little black book, "Jehovah Jireh." She slipped the little black book into her pocket and ran down the stairs.
By Toni Compton3 years ago in Families