This is a great story. I know that those of you that are sports fans have probably heard it in some way shape or form. I also know that yet others of you are tired of Kurt’s repetitive thanking of his Lord God and Savior. Christian or non-Christian we need to have faith in something. A problem with our world today is that it is very rare to find someone that has strong faith. Even more rare is a person that has strong faith and lives a life that is in accordance with their faith. Someone that backs up their words with their actions. Our boy Kurtis in this story is one of these people. You have to respect that!
With no further adue here is the story of Kurtis the Stock Boy
In a supermarket, Kurtis the stock boy, was busily working when a new voice came over the loud speaker asking for a carry out at register 4. Kurtis was almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and decided to answer the call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile caught his eye, the new check-out girl was beautiful. She was an older woman (maybe 26, and he was only 22) and he fell in love.
Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the punch clock to find out her name. She came into the break room, smiled softly at him, took her card and punched out, then left. He looked at her card, BRENDA. He walked out only to see her start walking up the road. Next day, he waited outside as she left the supermarket, and offered her a ride home. He looked harmless enough, and she accepted. When he dropped her off, he asked if maybe he could see her again, outside of work. She simply said it wasn’t possible.
He pressed and she explained she had two children and she couldn’t afford a baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter. Reluctantly she accepted his offer for a date for the following Saturday. That Saturday night he arrived at her door only to have her tell him that she was unable to go with him. The baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which Kurtis simply said, “Well, let’s take the kids with us.”
She tried to explain that taking the children was not an option, but again not taking no for an answer, he pressed. Finally Brenda, brought him inside to meet her children. She had an older daughter who was just as cute as a bug, Kurtis thought, then Brenda brought out her son, in a wheelchair. He was born a paraplegic with Down Syndrome.
Kurtis asked Brenda, “I still don’t understand why the kids can’t
come with us?” Brenda was amazed. Most men would run away from a woman with two kids, especially if one had disabilities – just like her first husband and father of her children had done. Kurtis was not ordinary – - – he had a different mindset.
That evening Kurtis and Brenda loaded up the kids, went to dinner and the movies. When her son needed anything Kurtis would take care of him. When he needed to use the restroom, he picked him up out of his wheelchair, took him and brought him back. The kids loved Kurtis. At the end of the evening, Brenda knew this was the man she was going to marry and spend the rest of her life with.
A year later, they were married and Kurtis adopted both of her children.
Since then they have added two more kids.
So what happened to Kurtis the stock boy and Brenda the check-out girl? Well, Mr. & Mrs. Kurt Warner now live in Arizona , where he is currently employed as the quarterback of the National Football League Arizona Cardinals and has his Cardinals in the hunt for a Super Bowl victory on Sunday, February 1st! Is this a surprise ending or could you have guessed that he was not an ordinary person.
It should be noted that he also quarterbacked the Rams in Super Bowl XXXVI.
He has also been the NLF’s Most Valuable Player twice and the Super Bowl’s Most Valuable Player.
The Story Gets Better
Today at church our minister mentioned that when Kurt, his wife and 7 children go out to eat he has one of his children pick out a family eating at the restaurant. Kurt then tells the wait staff he is picking up the tab for that family’s dinner anonymously. He remembers the days he was working nights in the grocery store and feeding his family on food stamps. Makes it hard not to root for the Cardinals IN THE SUPER BOWL, doesn’t it?
Food is good.
The more I ride the bus the more I encounter the interesting and uniquely talented people we have in this world. Today I sat across from a guy that calls himself Billy Bugeyes. As I sat talking to him he began telling me about the talent that he has of popping his eyeballs out. Even more surprising was when he explained how he has actually set goals for himself in using this talent. He stated how he had achieved his goals of making the front page of The Stranger and articles in the Seattle PI as well as local TV shows. His next goal is to make it big time and get on the late show with David Lettermen. He explained how he has performed his act for quite a few years on the streets but now he wants to get paid the big bucks.
This past October my Grandma Sweeley past away at the grand age of 92. She battled health problems for the past 5yrs but she was a tough cookie and didn’t go down without a fight. You don’t bear 15 kids without being pretty darn tough. I was unable to make it back to Nebraska to pay my respects and attend the funeral. As a result there was always a gap in my heart that hadn’t been filled. Over Christmas I was able to put memories to rest and visit her grave and the old farmhouse that she lived on outside of the tiny town of Litchfield, Nebraska. She was a great Grandma and although I was unable to spend a lot of time with her as a young child due to distance I do remember many games of Scrabble and the feistiness that she had. I also have heard many stories from family members about how cool of a Grandma she was. Things like eating pie for breakfast with her grandchildren just because she could or walking to the park at night with grandchildren in her PJ’s because they wanted to go. The picture below is my grandma and aunt Karen after a successful trip to the casino. I wish I was present at all of these moments. That is totally something I am going to do for my grandchildren.
