Some days are forever etched in our mind. Days like your birthday, Christmas, July 4 as well as September 11, 2001; December 7, 1941; are all days we remember. I have one of those very days in my own life. November 30, 1988 was that day.
That day started out like most other days did. I was a junior in high school (yep, I’m really that old) and went to school then to work after school. I was working at Toys R Us and really enjoyed my job. Where else can you get paid to be a kid?
The day turned tragic around 11:30 that evening. I left work and gave a guy from work a ride. He needed a ride since he usually rode a motorcycle and it was way too cold for him to ride that to work. He asked me for a ride and that’s the last thing I remember.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital a couple of days later. I don’t remember leaving the store, the ride, the wreck, or the ambulance. I don’t remember getting my head smashed or bleeding all over the place. I don’t remember the ambulance, the paramedics, or my heart being jump-started.
I don’t remember what happened to the guy who was riding with me either. I did later learn he was thrown from the car (through the t-top) and the car landed on his wrist. He received a cut and 3 stitches behind one ear and a broken wrist. Definitely luck doesn’t even go close to describing it!
The one thing that sticks out about this day the most…was realizing something…realizing something that would take me months to rectify. I realized if I would have died at that very moment…which I should have by all means…I would have died without knowing Christ. I didn’t become a believer until May 1990. Rather than choose to seriously consider what God had spared me from, I chose to take a different approach. I chose to look at it this way, “If God didn’t take me when He had the chance, then He must not want me now.” Stupid approach, but it was what I took.
Regardless of what happens for the remainder of my days, I will always look at November 30, 1988 as a defining moment in my LIFE. What is your Defining Moment?
~~JOHNNY LINGO’S 8-COW WIFE~~
condensed from Woman’s Day Patricia McGerr
When I sailed to Kiniwata, an island in the Pacific, I took along a notebook. After I got back it was filled with descriptions of flora and fauna, native customs and costume. But the only note that still interests me is the one that says: “Johnny Lingo gave eight cows to Sarita’s father.” And I don’t need to have it in writing. I’m reminded of it every time I see a woman belittling her husband or a wife withering under her husband’s scorn. I want to say to them, “You should know why Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for his wife.”
Johnny Lingo wasn’t exactly his name. But that’s what Shenkin, the manager of the guest house on Kiniwata, called him. Shenkin was from Chicago and had a habit of Americanizing the names of the islanders. But Johnny was mentioned by many people in many connections. If I wanted to spend a few days on the neighboring island of Nurabandi, Johnny Lingo would put me up. If I wanted to fish he could show me where the biting was best. If it was pearls I sought, he would bring the best buys. The people of Kiniwata all spoke highly of Johnny Lingo. Yet when they spoke they smiled, and the smiles were slightly mocking.
“Get Johnny Lingo to help you find what you want and let him do the bargaining,” advised Shenkin. “Johnny knows how to make a deal.”
“Johnny Lingo! A boy seated nearby hooted the name and rocked with laughter.
“What goes on?” I demanded. “everybody tells me to get in touch with Johnny Lingo and then breaks up. Let me in on the joke.”
“Oh, the people like to laugh,” Shenkin said, shruggingly. “Johnny’s the brightest, the strongest young man in the islands, And for his age, the richest.”
“But if he’s all you say, what is there to laugh about?”
“Only one thing. Five months ago, at fall festival, Johnny came to Kiniwata and found himself a wife. He paid her father eight cows!
I knew enough about island customs to be impressed. Two or three cows would buy a fair-to-middling wife, four or five a highly satisfactory one. “Good Lord!” I said, “Eight cows! She must have beauty that takes your breath away.” “She’s not ugly,” he conceded, and smiled a little. “But the kindest could only call Sarita plain. Sam Karoo, her father, was afraid she’d be left on his hands.”
“But then he got eight cows for her? Isn’t that extraordinary?”
“Never been paid before.”
“Yet you call Johnny’s wife plain?”
“I said it would be kindness to call her plain. She was skinny. She walked with her shoulders hunched and her head ducked. She was scared of her own shadow.”
“Well,” I said, “I guess there’s just no accounting for love.”
“True enough,” agreed the man. “And that’s why the villagers grin when they talk about Johnny. They get special satisfaction from the fact that the sharpest trader in the islands was bested by dull old Sam Karoo.”
“No one knows and everyone wonders. All the cousins were urging Sam to ask for three cows and hold out for two until he was sure Johnny’d pay only one. Then Johnny came to Sam Karoo and said, ‘Father of Sarita, I offer eight cows for your daughter.’”
“Eight cows,” I murmured. “I’d like to meet this Johnny Lingo.”
“And I wanted fish. I wanted pearls. So the next afternoon I beached my boat at Nurabandi. And I noticed as I asked directions to Johnny’s house that his name brought no sly smile to the lips of his fellow Nurabandians. And when I met the slim, serious young man, when he welcomed me with grace to his home, I was glad that from his own people he had respect unmingled with mockery. We sat in his house and talked. Then he asked, “You come here from Kiniwata?”
“They speak of me on that island?”
“They say there’s nothing I might want they you can’t help me get.”
He smiled gently. “My wife is from Kiniwata.”
“Yes, I know.”
“They speak of her?”
“What do they say?”
“Why, just…” The question caught me off balance. “They told me you were married at festival time.”
“Nothing more?” The curve of his eyebrows told me he knew there had to be more.
They also say the marriage settlement was eight cows.” I paused.
“They wonder why.”
“They ask that?” His eyes lightened with pleasure. “Everyone in Kiniwata knows about the eight cows?”
“And in Nurabandi everyone knows it too.” His chest expanded with satisfaction. “Always and forever, when they speak of marriage settlements, it will be remembered that Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for Sarita.”
So that’s the answer, I thought: vanity.
And then I saw her. I watched her enter the room to place flowers on the table. She stood still a moment to smile at the young man beside me. Then she went swiftly out again. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin the sparkle of her eyes all spelled a pride to which no one could deny her the right. I turned back to Johnny Lingo and found him looking at me. “You admire her?” he murmured. “She…she’s glorious. But she’s not Sarita from Kiniwata,” I said.
“There’s only one Sarita. Perhaps she does not look the way they say she looked in Kiniwata.” “She doesn’t. I heard she was homely. They all make fun of you because you let yourself be cheated by Sam Karoo.”
“You think eight cows were too many?” A smile slid over his lips. “No. But how can she be so different?”
“Do you ever think,” he asked, “what it must mean to a woman to know that her husband has settled on the lowest price for which she can be bought? And then later, when the women talk, they boast of what their husbands paid for them. One says four cows, another maybe six. How does she feel, the woman who was sold for one or two?” This could not happen to my Sarita.”
“Then you did this just to make your wife happy?”
“I wanted Sarita to be happy, yes. But I wanted more than that. You say she is different This is true. Many things can change a woman. Things that happen inside, things that happen outside. But the thing that matters most is what she thinks about herself. In Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing. Now she knows she is worth more than any other woman in the islands.” “Then you wanted -”
“I wanted to marry Sarita. I loved her and no other woman.”
“But —” I was close to understanding.
“But,” he finished softly, “I wanted an eight-cow wife.”
Check out the recent events here: It’s a long one, but it’s from the heart.
What a great day. Sure the weather is a little gray and tough, but today is a special day. Today, Dyllan graduates 8th grade and gets ready for High School!
He’s been looking forward to this day for a long time. Middle School for him has been a great time, a horrible time, a confusing time, and a searching time.
Over the past 3 years we have watched our son grow physically, emotionally, academically, and spiritually. He has been the star, the outcast, faced bullies, rocked his ACT with a mid-20 score, and uncovered who God has created him to be.
Today, whether he wins an award, gets recognized for his academics, or successfully sits through this award show without sleeping, he will never be in this spot again. I couldn’t be happier or more proud.
I could only dream to be able to go back in time and have the smarts and maturity he is uncovering…I could only hope to have that NOW!!
Congrats Dyllan. We love ya!
–Mom and Dad