John Boy

In the day and age when divorce is prevalent and commitment is rare, John Boy grew up like one of the Waltons.  Soon his parents will celebrate their golden wedding anniversary and their five children will honor them in grand style.  John Boy rarely left the small town in which he grew up and in fact, had lived in the same house all his life.  When he went away to the city for work, he missed his family terribly so, even though the money was good and he had a wife by his side.

In the day and age when divorce is prevalent and commitment is rare, John Boy grew up expecting his marriage would be like his parents’.  The axis of his world tilted in the opposite direction the day that he learned of her infidelity.  He moved out and divorce moved in.  He returned to his childhood stomping grounds, healing slowly surrounded by the love and support of his family.

John Boy is now back on his own again, moving on and meeting life head on.  Nieces and nephews keep him busy.  Brother and sisters keep him on his toes.  He sees what they have and he longs to be like them, as happily married and adoring parents.  Not yet 30, his hope has not died and time is still on his side.  But for now, his pick up truck gleams in the light like glass and he ends the day in his recliner in the blue glow of the giant flat screen TV, under the watchful eyes of the deer and fish hung high on the walls.

At 7:35 AM, he leaves for work and at 5:35 PM, the tell-tale beep of his truck alarm announces his return home.  He is a discerning eye for the landlord.  He shares bags of peaches and muscadines with the newly single woman in the apartment across the way.  He catches her as she is coming home between the two jobs she is now working to make ends meet.  He leaves his business card with the other neighbor who walks with a cane, sharing his story of injury and recovery.  He encourages her to call should she ever need help or if she sees those suspicious characters again.  He will be more than glad to be her knight in shining armor.  John Boy, the quintessential southern gentleman, stands at a distance when speaking with the ladies and speaks with gentle charm.  His blue eyes and easy smile brighten the day for the lonely and the anxious.

In the day and age where divorce is prevalent, commitment is rare and love is free, John Boy opened the door to his home and a female walked in for the first time since the end of his marriage.  She was greeted by his southern charm and easy smile.  She nestled in the comfy sofa and pillows while he inserted the DVD and manhandled the remote.  They laugh at some mundane comment and light-hearted teasing.

Suddenly he turns to her with a somber John Boy face and with the openness of a child he asks, “Can I have a hug?  It’s been a long time since anyone has touched me.”





5 thoughts on “John Boy

  1. A powerful depiction of someone who’s hope was dashed but still has the memory of his upbringing to remind him that a wonderful marriage is still available to him. If it wasn’t for that example that his parents took the time to model to John Boy, he might not have had the hope to continue in his search for someone to care for. The last line was very impactful and did not land on deaf ears, at least not on mine. What an amazing short story.


      • The reading of your posts gives me a smile and impart to me often a new way of looking at something. Thank you for the kind words you said to me. To let you in on a secret, I am terrible at accepting compliments. I don’t know why, but they seem to handcuff me somehow. I get alot of them for my writings and I try to think of it how the Lord would want me to. Sometimes I fail and sometimes I am successful. So, today I thank you all the more for allowing me to put into practice some humility. God Bless.


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