A Small World
It’s a Small World
I often go to northwest Arkansas to visit my son, Aaron and his family. When I go, I may spend a few weeks rather than a weekend, so my son, Jay and I stay in a private home in Bella Vista. It’s comfortable and I enjoy the people and small town atmosphere. I especially like the grocery store that plays rock and roll music while you shop and the church bells chiming through those Ozark hills.
Another interesting place is the Bella Vista American Legion Post, which has some kind of function nearly every night. There is Taco Tuesday, which we frequented, and Karaoke Thursday as well as Saturday night dances with a live band. The first time Jay and I attended the Saturday night event we were welcomed to a table in a crowded room by Jerry, a gentleman who would become our new friend.
On our next visit to Bella Vista, Jay and I attended the Saturday night music and our friend, Jerry was there along with his girlfriend who danced with Jay and made him smile. And though Jerry knew I was from Oklahoma, we had never discussed exactly where I was from. That night, as we chatted, he asked, “So, where did you grow up?” After telling him Henryetta, Oklahoma, I started to explain where it was located. He interrupted and said, “Oh, I know where it is. I have a good friend from Henryetta.” Well, that was interesting.
Then suddenly he asked, “Do you know Monte Tucker?” I sat in shock. He repeated, “Do you know any Tuckers?” Finally, I answered. “Jerry, I’m a Tucker. Monte is my brother!” What a small world! Monte and Jerry had become friends years ago in another state but had lost touch with each other. I immediately texted my brother with the news and sent a picture.
So now, when Jay and I attend Saturday night music events in Bella Vista, Jerry watches over us like a big brother and tells everyone about our unique friendship. I am always amazed at the way God gives us friends whenever and wherever we need them.