Mo Better

His friend talked him into coming out from New Jersey, swearing there was a community college in northeast Kansas where you could just show up and they’d give you a scholarship, let you play football. After he enrolled, signed off on his college loans and all that, they discovered that what they’d heard wasn’t true. Maybe it was true at some time or another but it wasn’t true now. The college could have no more than fifteen out-of-state players on its rosters and those fifteen slots were already filled with players the college had recruited. No scholarships for the uninvited.

His friend bailed, headed back to Jersey. Mo decided he wasn’t going to waste all that money and stuck around, took some classes.
Along with finding out how small Highland, Kansas, was and how unprepared he was academically, he also found a teacher who noticed how quiet he was and how much he kept to himself. She invited him to go to church with her and her husband and fed him Sunday dinner. He liked the pistachio chicken so much that he asked if he could take an extra serving of it back to the dorm.
Mo liked the church OK, too, though that was not something he had ever done much of, in Jersey or Kansas. But, when his friend back home ended up in the hospital, the church prayed for him. And when Mo ended up in trouble in Highland, they prayed for him. His friend got better and Mo didn’t get kicked out of school, so he began to suspect that there was maybe something to this prayer thing.
So, he went back to church his last Sunday in Highland and the teacher’s husband grilled burgers and corn on the cob. Mo liked that so much he asked if he could have one of the extra burgers to take back to the dorm. She let him fill a plate, wrapped it in aluminum foil and he grinned and said, “Thank you for everything,” when he got out of the car and headed back to the third floor of Degginger Hall.
He said it again when they let him out at the airport on Thursday night and they both said “You’re welcome.” Mo headed back to Jersey and they headed back home, ready to meet their next angel.
H. Arnett
5/13/11
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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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