You Never Know

I remember Sunday mornings at home back when I was little and could eat for hours and not gain an ounce of weight. We didn’t go to church very often in those days (long story), mostly we hit the major holidays: Christmas, Easter and Mother’s Day. So my childhood memory, as false as it may be, of a really good Sunday morning is of waking up to the sounds of the local AM radio station my dad liked and the smells of the bacon and eggs he or mom was frying up.

I would know it was a really, really good Sunday if the local TV station that ran old movies on a Sunday morning was showing something really good or something I hadn’t seen before. I love movies and I’m pretty sure that the ecclectic mix of classics on those Sunday mornings was a big part of my appreciation for the ‘seductive image’.

On the radio, while I ate my eggs and bacon and toast, drank my cold glass of whole milk and looked out the big sliding glass door into the woods behind our house, Paul Harvey would come on and tell ‘the rest of the story’.

If you’ve never heard it, it’s all about Paul telling a story we haven’t heard that gives details and background to a story we do know but changes everything in the telling.

This week I read a ‘the rest of the story’. It could have been written like this:

“This week, an elderly, 82 year old man, a half-blind veteran of WW2, was attacked by a horse he was caring for. As he bent down to fix the horse’s buxton it viciously assaulted him by slamming it’s head down on top of his head, sending the feeble old man reeling, crashing into the stable wall.”

And I personally would have voted to have the horse shot.

But here’s the rest of the story…(forgive me Paul…and thanks for the bacon dad!)

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From The Times Herald Record NY:

Seaman Don Karkos shipped out of Boston and sailed into the North Atlantic. His was the USS Rapaden, a tanker whose mission was to skirt the German U-boats off the English coast and refuel Allied battleships. On a warm morning in the summer of ’42, Karkos was on the Rapaden deck when there was a loud explosion. Twisted metal flew everywhere. Something heavy hit the boy above his right eye, cutting his forehead open.

When Karkos woke up, he was in a military hospital in Iceland. Doctors told him he would never see out of his right eye again. They wanted to remove the right eye. Karkos said, no, might as well leave it in, just for looks.

Karkos returned home to Lisbon Falls, Maine, a small mill town with a woolery. He worked in the mill’s weave room for three years, not leaving until he paid off the mortgage on his father’s house.

Karkos never regained sight in his right eye. It severely limited his peripheral vision. He’d bump into walls, never knowing what was coming ’round the corner. He had to be extra careful, because if anything happened to his good eye, he’d be completely blind.

But Don Karkos lived in a time when you farmed the acre you were handed and plowed forward. He married and raised a family. He started his own roofing and sheet-metal business. Karkos loved the pastoral majesty of horses and in 1978 bought his own 22-acre horse farm in Harris.

Just three years ago, doctors told him that even with all the modern medical advances, he would never see in his right eye. That scared this aging man. He already had cataracts removed from his left eye.

Karkos turned 82 yesterday. He’s been at Monticello Raceway for 16 years. He’s a paddock security guard, checking in the horses before races. He helps out in the barn.

Recently, he was preparing a horse named My Buddy Chimo for an early morning workout in paddock H. Karkos was adjusting the buxton around the horse’s chest when My Buddy Chimo lowered his head quickly, came up and butted Karkos. Hit him flush in the head, straight above his right eye, his blind eye.

The old man was thrown against the wall and tried to gather himself. “I’ve been in a lot of fights,” he thought, “but I’ve never been hit that hard.” Last time he was hit with such might was on that Navy ship 64 years ago.

Karkos got home that night, still a little woozy. He walked down the hallway of his Monticello home, rubbing his good eye. Wait. What was happening?

“Holy ——!” said Karkos.

This story is for all the people who believe in possibility. People who have been through sickness and hurt and war. Tough things happen in life, and you’re forced to see things in a certain way.

People like Don Karkos just go on with it. And occasionally, something else happens years later, when you least expect it. Some people call it a freak coincidence, some call it fate, others call it God. And life becomes so much wider you look at it differently.

Ask Don Karkos, who stood there in his hallway with his hand over his good eye. He could still see.

What the explosions of war had taken away, My Buddy Chimo had given back. Karkos can now see with both eyes.

He can see the wide horizon, the halo of the sunset, what’s coming ’round the corner.

Which on this morning happens to be My Buddy Chimo.

“I love that horse,” said Don Karkos. “Hey, right now, I’m loving it all.”

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That story makes me think a lot of things but most of all it reminds me that sometimes those who hurt us bring us healing.

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About brianmpei

Stumbling towards what comes next.
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One Response to You Never Know

  1. LouAnn Kunzeman says:

    Yet another horse that God has worked thru. don’t shoot the horse. Remember the ass in the old testament – the one that saw the angel in the road.
    LouAnn Kunzeman.
    horse owner.
    Your mom gave me your website. what fun to catch up. this is all I have read so far. Please tell Donna hello for me.

    Welcome to CV LouAnn! I’ll tell Donna you stopped by and said ‘hello’! Nice to hear from you. Please tell my mom she can take a week off from promoting my blog!

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