Character Counts

IMG_2396My husband is such an awesome guy. In spite of the horrible, vicious, 100% unwarranted way our landlord has behaved recently, Joe noticed early this morning that a bear had tipped over his garbage can and strewed garbage down the driveway. With the imminent arrival of the garbage truck and our landlord not yet awake, Joe picked up all the trash, put the trash back in the can and set our landlord’s garbage can out for pick-up for him.

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A recent Western North Carolina visitor

There was no fanfare. I wouldn’t have even known had I not been watching out the back door to make sure another bear wasn’t close by, trying to find some extra breakfast from the trash. (I thought I had heard a bear rattling around outside about 4:30 a.m.)

When Joe was done, he simply came in the house and washed his hands. He didn’t even say anything to me about the bear or what he had done. I hugged him and told him I was so proud of him, that I had had been watching for bears and had seen what he’d done. For Joe, it wasn’t a big deal. It was the right thing to do. He was true to himself, to what he believed was right, and to his character.

A man of outstandingly great character is Joe Carney. His actions speak much louder than his words.

~Becky

© 2020 Rebecca R. Carney

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About Rebecca Carney - One Woman's Perspective

My name is Becky Carney. My husband, Joe, and I have been married for 44 years. We have two living children, Eric (41) and Jenna (36). We lost a baby in utero at 19 weeks in 1987. In 2002, our middle son, Jason (19), and his best friend, Alina (20), were broadsided by a drunk driver who was going at least twice the speed limit. They both died instantly. This blog is written from my perspective as a bereaved parent. I don't claim to know what it's like to walk in anyone else's shoes. Each situation is different; each person is different. Everyone handles grief differently. But if I can create any degree of understanding of what it's like to be a parent who has lost a child, then I have succeeded in my reason for writing this blog.

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