On A Wednesday (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote

         All the lawns on Mentone Avenue are mowed on Wednesdays. It wasn't always like this though. Each residence had a strong and capable family to help with such tasks. It wouldn't be simply a husband mowing a yard. The mother and her kids would often help. Sure, there were times when it wasn't always done right away, or when the chores were not done out of unwillingness (the great teenage rebellion of '62 comes to mind); even then though, it was eventually done....until one day it all changed.

         It seemed unusual, surprising even, yet it happened. In a moment an entire roadway collapsed and with it every house. It happened at an hour when families were away and life was being lived. In that moment the ground shook violently and the entire area fell into the earth as each home and residence was destroyed in that moment. Many heard of this terrible and sudden ordeal, a once in a lifetime event that even gained local and national news media. A gas line had burst beneath the span of the entire road of Mentone Avenue giving way below and shooting flames high into the air. Every residence heard of this while still away. Parents wondered how they'd recover from it. Kids broke down in their schools picturing their sacred places now gone.

       The families reached each other and no one was harmed, yet their spirits were crushed. They didn't know what to do. After disaster relief came to assist, others began showing up also. Groups and volunteers, churches and building companies all offering to help somehow. The utility company even paid out restitution for the massive loss to personal belongings and homes. These kind gestures from all these people moved each family. Yet, there was one more surprise waiting for them.

        When the homes were rebuilt and life returned to a new normal, the yards still needed to be taken care of. After learning about these remarkable families and their stewardship of their homes and responsibilities a local lawn company began to tend to their yards, all of them, and all on Wednesdays. Wednesday was the day their homes were restored to them. Wednesday was the day they began to life again, and after all their good years of stewardship, these examples to everyone around needed to be encouraged that their efforts were not in vain to be responsible with what was given, especially on a Wednesday.

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