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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 08/18/2024
Abraham the Broom Manager
Born 1959, M, from Klerksdorp, South AfricaAbraham the Broom Manager
I get to work this morning around 7:15, unlock my workshop, and thank my Heavenly Father for the workshop, health, and because I experience His peace and joy.
The first customer approaches quickly and gets out of his car with a Wimpy coffee in his hand and complains that it is no longer the coffee of old. Another person I know walks up from the butcher's with a package of meat and while chewing on his biltong he grunts as if it were a struggle to live.
I decided today I wanted to listen, and I listened well…
It is now 18:00, and I want to tell you what I saw and experienced today.
Guys with a lot of money complain about prices being too high.
The biltong man says there is almost no meat on the shelves.
The other guy complains about old bread and another about a cold Hamburger that he wants to take it back into the Steers Manager's office and tell him where to stick his hamburger.
My sister complains about her CD player that needs to be cleaned and it costs R 80-00 which she cannot pay because she has no money.
I will tell you briefly what I saw and experienced this morning.
The people complain and complain and I wish these scumbags I dealt with just today, could see and experience what I saw early this morning.
I wonder what they would complain about then. While the guy complains about his cold hamburger, my eye catches a colored guy scratching in the butcher's garbage bags.
The guy digs between the pockets and I watch him.
He scrapes something out, smells it, bites, and swallows without chewing. I walk closer to him.
Morning, I greet him. What is your name?
My name is Abraham my Larny he answered.
Now what are you doing here so early among the old rotten things old Abraham?
I am hungry my Larny.
But old Abraham, the stuff is rotten.
I know my Larny, but Jere has not thrown me anything today, maybe he is angry with me.
Old Abraham, why do you not ask for money when you want to buy something to eat?
I have my Larny, but that man, and he points to the biltong eater, he almost gassed me just now, he says I have to kiss my ass.
How old are you, Abraham?
78 my Larny.
Where do you live Abraham?
Up there on the mountain, it is 8 km away.
And your people, old Abraham?
Only my wife lives with me, but her legs cannot work anymore and now she cannot get out of the house.
Do you get old people's pension, Abraham?
No, my Larny, not yet, but Mandela will still make a plan, so I will wait.
Abraham's trousers are no longer trousers, his shoes have no soles and there is something about his body that might have been a shirt a long time ago. I ask in my heart, Lord, what now?
But I get no answer, I hear nothing.
Old Abraham, I really do not think the Lord has forgotten you.
Yes, my Larny.
The old man's eyes are glassy and dull, and his head is already hanging forward as he has been trying to see near him for years.
The garbage truck pulls in to remove the garbage, and the men shout to old man Abraham.
Where are you going now, old man Abraham?
I am going to look for bread to take home, my Larny, I have already got a bottle for the water.
Old Abraham has a smile around his wrinkled mouth. If my Larny wants, I can drive a broom and sweep the place nice and clean for a piece of bread.
I think to myself:
Is it you LORD speaking through Abraham?
Old Abraham, are you sure you have a license to drive the broom?
Yes, my Larny, my wife gave it to me when her legs got sick.
It is good Abraham, the people are chasing you everywhere but today the LORD has given you a big job, from today you are the General Manager of the brooms, you are the Boss of the brooms, and these brooms are going to give you coffee instead of water. A manager must also dress nicely and have some money for the old woman at home.
I see you are a man who will teach us a lot about life in the future, old Abraham
Can I come in every day my Larny?
Yes Abraham, because on Fridays the Broom Managers get a nice Wimpy breakfast and Broom Managers only work from 8 - 11, because Broom Managers need time for their sick wives.
That is right my Larny, I see now the Jere had another plan for today and I think He gave me and the old woman. Sorry Jere because old Abraham did not receive it right.
I am so grateful to the Lord my God today for someone who does not complain about biltong, someone who does not complain about empty shelves in the meat market, someone who does not complain about cold hamburgers and coffee. I am so grateful to my Father that He did not forget old Abraham.
Do me, yourself, and others a favor, and try not to complain for just one day, because old Abraham was such a great inspiration for me today.
A 78-year-old half-blind man with braces on his body who is still smiling.
I say with pride, today I found a worthy, my best ever, broom manager and driver.
The Lord is so good to us and when I feel pressured, I look at my broom driver and manager and I know, I have nothing to complain about...
NOTHING……..
MARIUS ROBBERTZE
AKA IMPISI
Abraham the Broom Manager(Marius Robbertze)
Abraham the Broom Manager
I get to work this morning around 7:15, unlock my workshop, and thank my Heavenly Father for the workshop, health, and because I experience His peace and joy.
The first customer approaches quickly and gets out of his car with a Wimpy coffee in his hand and complains that it is no longer the coffee of old. Another person I know walks up from the butcher's with a package of meat and while chewing on his biltong he grunts as if it were a struggle to live.
I decided today I wanted to listen, and I listened well…
It is now 18:00, and I want to tell you what I saw and experienced today.
Guys with a lot of money complain about prices being too high.
The biltong man says there is almost no meat on the shelves.
The other guy complains about old bread and another about a cold Hamburger that he wants to take it back into the Steers Manager's office and tell him where to stick his hamburger.
My sister complains about her CD player that needs to be cleaned and it costs R 80-00 which she cannot pay because she has no money.
I will tell you briefly what I saw and experienced this morning.
The people complain and complain and I wish these scumbags I dealt with just today, could see and experience what I saw early this morning.
I wonder what they would complain about then. While the guy complains about his cold hamburger, my eye catches a colored guy scratching in the butcher's garbage bags.
The guy digs between the pockets and I watch him.
He scrapes something out, smells it, bites, and swallows without chewing. I walk closer to him.
Morning, I greet him. What is your name?
My name is Abraham my Larny he answered.
Now what are you doing here so early among the old rotten things old Abraham?
I am hungry my Larny.
But old Abraham, the stuff is rotten.
I know my Larny, but Jere has not thrown me anything today, maybe he is angry with me.
Old Abraham, why do you not ask for money when you want to buy something to eat?
I have my Larny, but that man, and he points to the biltong eater, he almost gassed me just now, he says I have to kiss my ass.
How old are you, Abraham?
78 my Larny.
Where do you live Abraham?
Up there on the mountain, it is 8 km away.
And your people, old Abraham?
Only my wife lives with me, but her legs cannot work anymore and now she cannot get out of the house.
Do you get old people's pension, Abraham?
No, my Larny, not yet, but Mandela will still make a plan, so I will wait.
Abraham's trousers are no longer trousers, his shoes have no soles and there is something about his body that might have been a shirt a long time ago. I ask in my heart, Lord, what now?
But I get no answer, I hear nothing.
Old Abraham, I really do not think the Lord has forgotten you.
Yes, my Larny.
The old man's eyes are glassy and dull, and his head is already hanging forward as he has been trying to see near him for years.
The garbage truck pulls in to remove the garbage, and the men shout to old man Abraham.
Where are you going now, old man Abraham?
I am going to look for bread to take home, my Larny, I have already got a bottle for the water.
Old Abraham has a smile around his wrinkled mouth. If my Larny wants, I can drive a broom and sweep the place nice and clean for a piece of bread.
I think to myself:
Is it you LORD speaking through Abraham?
Old Abraham, are you sure you have a license to drive the broom?
Yes, my Larny, my wife gave it to me when her legs got sick.
It is good Abraham, the people are chasing you everywhere but today the LORD has given you a big job, from today you are the General Manager of the brooms, you are the Boss of the brooms, and these brooms are going to give you coffee instead of water. A manager must also dress nicely and have some money for the old woman at home.
I see you are a man who will teach us a lot about life in the future, old Abraham
Can I come in every day my Larny?
Yes Abraham, because on Fridays the Broom Managers get a nice Wimpy breakfast and Broom Managers only work from 8 - 11, because Broom Managers need time for their sick wives.
That is right my Larny, I see now the Jere had another plan for today and I think He gave me and the old woman. Sorry Jere because old Abraham did not receive it right.
I am so grateful to the Lord my God today for someone who does not complain about biltong, someone who does not complain about empty shelves in the meat market, someone who does not complain about cold hamburgers and coffee. I am so grateful to my Father that He did not forget old Abraham.
Do me, yourself, and others a favor, and try not to complain for just one day, because old Abraham was such a great inspiration for me today.
A 78-year-old half-blind man with braces on his body who is still smiling.
I say with pride, today I found a worthy, my best ever, broom manager and driver.
The Lord is so good to us and when I feel pressured, I look at my broom driver and manager and I know, I have nothing to complain about...
NOTHING……..
MARIUS ROBBERTZE
AKA IMPISI
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