John Nicholson

An ordinary life invited into God's extraordinary story.

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@JLSteffaniak I am the proud 3 rd owner of this 1963 Chevrolet C20. It regularly carries grandkids and great danes for long rides on dirt roads.

[Alastair Roberts @zugzwanged]

I'm reminded of this John Ruskin quotation.

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@thequeenofrust Come give Marion, AL a look. Deep history from the roots of higher education (it's called the College City), Civil War, and Civil Rights. Beautiful antebellum architecture, astonishing cemeteries, and the blackbelt of Alabama. I personally know a local archivist too...

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

People ought to have religion enough to attend church regularly and sense enough to stay home in bad weather.

-Dr. Paul Bomar, Pastor of Siloam Baptist Church, 1892-1908

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This stuff is why I stay on this mostly hell-hole of a site... might just have to go buy a scanner after I get through cutting these onions up...

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

I found my father in his old recliner, a warm soda still in his hand and his police scanner buzzing loud static that shook the whole room.
I did not cry. I just reached over and finally turned the scanner off.

For most of my life, that noise was the sound of my anger.

My dad was a retired firefighter named Robert Hale. He was tough, quiet, and stubborn in a way that made every argument feel like pushing a wall. After my mom died, he became even quieter. He stayed in that chair every day, listening to the county radio like he still worked the job.

I work in a big architectural firm in Chicago. I spend my days drawing shiny buildings and clean lines that touch the sky. Everything in my world is planned, silent, and perfect.
Coming home felt messy. Seeing him stuck in the past felt worse.

"I just wish he would move on," I once told my wife. "He cannot accept that his career is over."

I understand now that I was wrong.

Three days after the funeral, I was cleaning out my childhood home. The place smelled like dust, pine cleaner, and my dad’s old flannel shirts. When I picked up the police scanner to throw it into a donation box, I saw a notebook sitting under it.

It was not a diary. It was a log.

Nov 3, 2022. 11:15 PM. 18 Willow Lane. Ms. Parker. Heater not working. Code 4.
Jan 7, 2023. 9:00 AM. The Ramirez boy. Flat bicycle tire. Code 4.
Sep 14, 2023. 2:30 PM. Mr. Dalton. Tree branch blocking driveway. Code 4.

I remembered that in our county, Code 4 means Everything under control.

But my dad was retired. Why was he writing these down?

I drove to Willow Lane to ask. Ms. Parker answered the door, leaning on a cane. When I told her who I was, she covered her mouth with her hands and tears filled her eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart," she said. "Your father saved me."

"Saved you?" I asked.

She nodded. "My heater broke during a snowstorm. I called 911 because I was scared. They told me it was not an emergency. Ten minutes later your dad showed up with his toolbox. He worked for hours in the cold until the heat turned back on. He told me he was sent by the department so I would not feel embarrassed. But I knew better. He was just kind."

My chest got tight. I went to the next address. And the next.

Every story was the same. Dad was not stuck in the past. He was listening for the people who slipped through the cracks.
Small problems that still broke someone’s day.
Things the city ignored or could not handle.

A tree in a driveway that would take days for the city to remove. Dad came with a chainsaw after dinner.
A child’s bike bent by a careless driver. Dad fixed it in his garage and left it on the porch without saying a word.

He did not listen to the radio to remember the job.
He listened because he wanted to help the people nobody else noticed.

When we held his funeral, I expected a few firefighters, a folded flag, and the traditional bell for the Last Call.
I did not expect the crowd.

The church was packed wall to wall. People I had never seen stood shoulder to shoulder. A young father with oil on his hands from his job at the garage. An older woman with a baby on her hip. A veteran in a wheelchair.

They did not know Captain Hale.
They knew the man in the flannel shirt who showed up when life got too heavy to lift alone.

That night, after everyone went home, I returned to the empty house. I sat in my father’s recliner and held the notebook again. A small yellow note slipped out.

In his shaky handwriting, it said:

"Leo, if you found this, I did not finish everything. Mrs. Carter on 5th Street has loose porch steps. Fix them for me. You always had steady hands."

I stared at the quiet room. Then I looked at the police scanner.

I turned it on.

The static filled the air. Then a voice said, "Minor flooding reported on Elm Street. Assistance requested."

I stood up. I took off my watch. I rolled up my sleeves. I grabbed his old toolbox.

"Thanks, Dad," I whispered. "I hear you. I am going."

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@annielcrawford Check out @HumaneTech_ The work Tristan and Asa are doing is top tier. Their "AI Dillema" presentation is sobering.

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@BowTiedBroke Totally loving this whole story.

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@RawAlabama It was the finest Bed & Breakfast in the southn under the care of Bill & Wendy James. Stayed there every time I visited Mobile.

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@DominoRxxx Sipsey Wilderness near ... well, really, it's not "near" anything is it ;-)

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@LAChas77 Pop by next time you're in my neck of the woods. I would love to show off the church building here!

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You know the world gas shifted when lifelong, die-hard Alabama fans are watching basketball on a college football Saturday! Roll Tide!

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@WadingSmith Here's our sage...

https://t.co/emjj9W91PJ

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@philipnation Abide in Christ - Andrew Murray
A Little History of the World - E.H. Gombrich
The Sword and the Scimitar - Ibrahim
The Scottish Chiefs - Jane Porter

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@kyleworley Doing this in our little town since May. Even the "tough" parts of our town have been glad to see the church out talking to people.

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@WadingSmith It makes some astonishingly beautiful stuff! These beauties have been in service since the 1890s.

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@Heidel_bro1563 Quickly name just 2 of your great-great-grandparents. I'll wait.

Sobering that you will even be forgotten by your own family within a few generations.

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@DSeymoursLife Give it a look...you might be surprised by the "hills and hollers" that are the last southern gasps of the Appalachian chain.

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

@DSeymoursLife May I introduce you to Alabama's black belt region? Several counties of rural America that could use an infusion of folks like you!

[John Nicholson @JohnAShepherd]

Excellent and spot on. I thoroughly appreciate the Tolkien threads that have sprouted in recent months.

[Thoughts on Tolkien @tolkienthoughts]

On Halloween, it's worth noting that Tolkien writes horror particularly well, but he approaches horror in a way that always contains a Final Good. Here's a thread with some thoughts... 1/x