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May 9, 2007

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A Man by the Name of Dr.Gillespie

Bill Walker

missourisage@yahoo.com

I knew this man for many years, I had some dealings with him off and on, not medical wise. He was in a way a funny duck.  We would get a call now and then to clean, or wash up his car.  What a job that was, the thing was always in bad need of a right smart wash job. One worked hard for a couple bucks to clean that moving dirt pile.  Where he traded at other wise I have no idea.

I remember one bad snow storm he called for wrecker service. His home was south of Beatrice then about a mile on highway 77.  Funny looking, shaped house it was. He had it built to fit the family pure and simple.  It was in the shape of three houses put together. That is there was a link one might say to one to the other. There was her house, his house, and the children's house.  Some that knew the reasons, understood, while others may not.

Anyways he had two cars stuck out in the drive way, or yard,  Seems he made a try at getting to the highway in one, got stuck, went back and made another ramps with her car. Now both was stuck tight. I got the call to try to un stuck at least one. After much work, I did get one unglued, this was a snow storm of about 2 feet, and more coming.

This is about all I know of the man known as Little Doc to many. That is up to my ambulance days.

To many people that didn't know,  Little Doc was a joker.  You see he was the hospitals Radiology Doctor. At the time years ago we had two hospitals. He had a hide out office in both. You went to one and had some pictures taken for what ever reason, you were going to get a little bill from Little Doc for looking at your beautiful pictures.  Some of the people didn't understand the reason for the bill.  You see he might not see the picture till you was back home.  Your little problem was looked at by the doctor you called for your little need.  Now here is a bill from Little Doc, some was not too happy with such.

I got to know Little Doc better as I worked the ambulance calls, on some cases here would be Little Doc, taking a hard look at the pictures, just after the snap shots.  For some reason, he started to show me what he was looking for or at.  Then came the day I would be walking by one of the two offices, and he would look up.  "HEY BILL,  step in,  got something to show you."  He would show me what he was looking at, tell me things about this picture, the whys, the hows, and what ever.  You know I learned a few things.  I really got to like this man.  Now nothing he told me I guess did much good,  but I often wonder.. I guess there was things I learned that I would have never known other wise. 

In both hide outs he had a table, both was piled high with reading matter.  I said something to him one day.  He grinned a bit and said, when the pile gets so high, He would get a trash can, and push some of the stuff into the can. Said he gets the same stuff, at both places,, and also at home. 

Little Doc, the man died some years ago, he wasn't a old man, but something miss fired like it does for so many at what might be called prime of life.  I think he might have been 45 to 50 years of age.  There is many stories about his death, I am not here to judge,  don't believe in the judging thing anyways, will leave that to God.  I do know one thing, I liked the man, he seemed to be a good man doing a service for others in need. 

There was others that came to take up where he left off at.  None as far I think ever filled the shoes of being a friend to me.  I lost a friend, a man I had came to know a bit about, and I learned to like him.  I welcomed the little "Hey Bill, got a minute?'" I had the minute,, and I sure welcomed the chance to have a few minutes of looking at something I really had no clue about,, but he never the less took a few minutes to tell me what he was looking at, and the meanings of it.

Yes Dr.Patrick Gillespie MD. you may be gone,, but "Hey Bill" will never forget you.  God rest your soul, Little Doc. One of a kind,, the mold was broken, you can not be replaced.

Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write

http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

Poetry Corner

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The Right Thing

Cheryl Williams

Today I let you go because what else could I do?

I love you, yet I hurt you;

Not meaning to,

Not wanting to;

But your heart isn't mine to love

no matter how much I wish that it was;

Today I let you go because it was the right thing,

and I see you walk away through my tears,

knowing that if you ever return to me,

it will be the right thing.

Cheryl Williams

politicalgirl04@aol.com

http://cherylann.zoofer.com/

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Star of Destiny

Cheryl Williams

star of destiny

shining down upon our lives

warming us with hope

no tears can consume

for our eyes look to the sun

love's eternal flame

all passion is spent

as we slumber with the night

waiting for daybreak

love's joy knows no bounds

and the sweet earth holds our tears

as our spirits soar

Cheryl Williams

politicalgirl04@aol.com

http://cherylann.zoofer.com/

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Missing you

Cheryl Williams

The night is long without you

and my pillow is no solace

to the pain I feel inside,

soaking up these tears

that fall from my eyes;

I think of my head

against your shirt, your skin,

your heart beating against mine,

the rhythm drowning out the sounds

of all that was around us;

Nothing else but us two,

and the scent of our loving,

the tender sighs

that belonged to you and me;

And now there is this.

This ache that comes

from somewhere deep inside.

Oh, how I miss you!

Oh, how I want you!

Without you,

nothing is the same.

Cheryl Williams

politicalgirl04@aol.com

http://cherylann.zoofer.com/

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