WMy grandpa sat by the old radio on a dark December night. George Strait's voice rang loud and clear as he sang merry songs of Christmas cookies. What he said to me was in my mind, quite the oxymoron; he took a drink of RC and looked down at me as I gleamed in the candle light. "Be the light that clears the smoke" Now keep in mind our electric had been out for a week now and we didn't even own a fireplace. I tilted my head in confusion and questioned this odd new saying of his. "What is smoke." Not so much as a question but the beginning of a great speech. "Smoke is cloudy. Smoke is the phenomenon which traps others in confusion and it can kill you if inhaled too long. What is light? Light will clear the path. Light is the phenomenon which sets us free from confusion and can even save our lives if we embrace it long enough. Be the person others come to for advice. Be the person who arrived just at the right time." I loved those little moments with my grandpa. The times when a regular day became a life long lesson. Though his time on earth has passed, I will do my best to be the light that clears the smoke for the people in my life.
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The light that clears the smoke
Short StoryMy grandpa had many wise words that I was privileged to hear. This is a short story of something he once told me.
