Old Man and a Bucket of Shrimp
                          

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      How important is 'Thinking Outside the Box?'

      Let's reflect upon an Old Man and a Bucket of Shrimp...
      
      Note: Opportunities are decisions we make that enable the experience
                for release of increase into our lives...
               
Opportunities are the ones we choose for ourselves!

      The following story and supportive news related articles demonstrate
       the power of 
'Thinking Outside the Box.'

      "Old Man and a Bucket of Shrimp"
      It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail.
      When the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip
      into the blue ocean, old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.
      Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp.
      Ed walks out to the end of the pier,
      where it seems he has the world almost to himself.
      The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

      Everybody has gone, except for a few joggers on the beach.
      Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts
      and his bucket of shrimp.

      Before long, however, he is no longer alone.
      Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking,
      winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.

                                               
                                                   
'Say What?!'
©myartusa.com

(Seagull)
Artist: Ron Gann

                                               



              Thinking outside the box...
                         Even if I did, even if I didn't,

                         Even if I could, even if I couldn't,
                         Even if I should, even if I shouldn't,
                         The fact of the matter, it really matters.
                         So I will,
rather than, I won't!
                                                                      REG

     Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him,
       their wings fluttering and flapping wildly.
       Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds.
       As he does this, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile,
       'Thank you. Thank you.'

       In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave.

       He stands there lost in thought,
                            as though transported to another time and place.

       When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach,
       a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs,
       and then they, too, fly away.

      Old Ed quietly makes his way down the pier to the beach and on home.

      If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water,
      Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck.'      
      To onlookers, he is just another old codger, lost in his own weird world,
      feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.

     To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty.
     They can seem altogether unimportant .... maybe even a lot of nonsense.
     Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.
     Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida.
     That is too bad. They would do well to know him better.

     His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker.
     He was a famous hero back in World War II.
     On one of his flying missions across the Pacific,
     he and his seven-member crew went down.
     Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane,
     and climbed into life rafts.

     Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days
     on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun.
     They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger.
     By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food.
     No reserves of water. They were hundreds of miles from land
     and no one knew where they were.

     They needed a miracle.
     That afternoon they had a simple devotional service
     and prayed for a miracle.
     They tried to nap.
     Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose.
     Time dragged.
     All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft.

     Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap...
     It was a seagull!

     Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still,
     planning his next move.
     With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull,
     he managed to grab it and wring its neck!
     He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it -
     a very slight meal for eight men.
     They used the intestines for bait...
     With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and even more bait ...
     and the cycle continued.
     With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure
     the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued...
24 days at sea.
    

     Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal,
     but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull..
     And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.'
 
    That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier
     with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.

    Reference: (Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp..221, 225-226)

Eddie Rickenbacker – America’s “Ace of Aces”

http://centennialofflight.gov/essay/Air_Power/rickenbacker/AP9.htm

     America’s top ace of World War I and a pioneer in commercial aviation, Edward "Eddie"
     Rickenbacker was born in Columbus, Ohio, in 1890. His father died when he was twelve,
     and he began working at a garage repairing automobiles. Soon, he decided to leave school
     to take a correspondence course in engineering so he could move up in the automobile field.
     Rickenbacker moved fast in the world of automobiles and went from garage mechanic to sales
     before he settled into auto racing in 1910. For the next six years, he was one of the nation’s
     top racecar drivers. He raced in the Indianapolis 500 and established the world record of
     134 miles per hour (216 kilometers per hour) at a race at Daytona Beach, Florida.

     When the United States entered World War I in April 1917, Rickenbacker decided to apply
     for flight school with the U.S. Army Air Service. He was rejected because he was too old and
     did not have a college education.

     Instead, he joined the Army and because of his fame as a driver, he was assigned to the post
     of personal driver to General John Pershing. This post offered him opportunities to meet many
     of the most important officers of the war, including Billy Mitchell, combat air commander of the
     American Expeditionary Forces. While driving Mitchell, Rickenbacker was able to convince
     Mitchell to transfer him to flight school.

      Rickenbacker received his wings after 17 days of training and was assigned to the 94th Aero
     Squadron based outside of Toule, France. After coaching by ace Raoul Lufbery, he had his
     first shared victory on April 29, 1918, and his first solo on May 7.
     Flying Nieuport 28 and Spad XIII aircraft, Rickenbacker scored 24 more victories before the
     war ended. His fighting technique was to fly close to the enemy aircraft, closer than others
     dared, and then fire his guns. Occasionally, his gun jammed and he escaped only due to good
     luck. He lost several planes and sometimes returned to base with a fuselage full of bullet holes
     and once with a mark on his helmet from a passing enemy bullet. But his luck always held up,
     even on September 25, when he single-handedly attacked a flight of 5 Fokker D.VIIs and
     2 Halberstadt CL.IIs and downed one of each type of plane.
     For this action he received the Medal of Honor--the highest medal given by the U.S. military.
     When the Armistice was declared he was flying over the trenches, and down below in
     "No Man’s Land" he saw soldiers of both sides celebrating as "friends never to shoot at
     each other again."

     Rickenbacker returned to the United States a national hero, a position he knew was fleeting.
     He was promoted to the rank of major, but he felt that the captain’s rank was the one he had
     earned and used that title for the rest of his life.

     Note:  More Thinking outside the box!
     
Rickenbacker
turned down offers for commercial endorsements and movie roles,
     although he was broke.
     And he also found that the aviation industry did not have a place for him.

     Instead he returned to the automobile industry and started the Rickenbacker Motor Company,
     serving as vice president and director of sales.
     When the company failed due to the recession in 1925, Rickenbacker used a loan
     from a friend to buy a majority share in the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
     He served as the speedway’s president until after World War II, a job that allowed him
     to pursue other opportunities on the side.

     Rickenbacker was a popular speaker, traveling the country promoting aviation.
     Twenty-five different cities credited him with helping to persuade their local governments
     to develop airports. He also started a comic strip called Ace Drummond and published
     his World War I memoirs, Fighting the Flying Circus.

     In 1926, Rickenbacker joined the commercial aviation industry.
     He founded Florida Airways, which he soon sold to Pan American Airlines,
     before becoming vice president with General Aviation Corporation (formerly Fokker).
     In 1933, he joined North American Aviation as a vice president and general manager
     of the subsidiary Eastern Air Transport- eventually reorganized as Eastern Air Lines.

     Rickenbacker arrived at Eastern in February 1934, just as the government was canceling
     federal airmail contracts--the Army Air Corps would take over the routes.
     To demonstrate that the airlines were better qualified to carry the mail than the army,
     Rickenbacker flew the only Douglas DC-1 ever built coast to coast on February 18-19, 1934,
     for a transcontinental record of just over 13 hours.

     Under his leadership, Eastern grew and showed its first profit in years.
     He improved salaries, working conditions, and maintenance and passenger service.
     He replaced the aging fleet with new 14-passenger DC-2s.
     To inaugurate the fleet, Rickenbacker broke a record flying the DC-2, Florida Flyer,
     from Los Angeles to Miami. The airline was reborn.

     In 1938, Rickenbacker joined with several associates and purchased Eastern.
     He was elected president and general manager. The new Eastern Airlines worked
     to develop a weather reporting and analysis system. It also reduced fares.
     And Eastern became the first airline to become a bonded carrier, meaning it could transport
     goods into the United States. It also operated free of government subsidies, for some time...
     the only airline to do so.

     By 1942, Eastern was serving 40 cities with a fleet of 40 DC-3s.
     But World War II meant big changes for the company. Eastern now had to give half its fleet
     to the government for military use. Many pilots also left to serve in the Army Air Corps.
     Rickenbacker volunteered to serve his country again—this time as a non-military observer
     for Secretary of War Henry Stinson.
     On a salary of a dollar a year and retaining his title of captain, Rickenbacker toured air bases
     around the world to evaluate their operations and build morale.

     Note:  Here is the info from which "Old Man and Bucket of Shrimp" was written:

     During a late 1942 tour of bases in the Pacific,
     the B-17 Rickenbacker was flying in ran out of fuel.
     The crew ditched the plane in the ocean,
     but in the confusion forgot the emergency rations.
     The eight men then spent 22 days on three rafts without food or water.
     Wearing his business suit and fedora, Rickenbacker took over leadership of the group--
     yelling and insulting the men to keep them in order.
     He made them pray every night, convinced that God had a purpose in keeping them alive.
     He used his fedora to collect the rainwater wrung out of clothes.
     The salt water corroded the few weapons they had, so they lived on fish,
     until one day a seagull landed on Rickenbacker’s head.
     He reached up, twisted its neck, and the crew shared it for dinner.

    Three weeks later, a Navy patrol plane found the crew.
     Eddie Rickenbacker was back in the news, his luck having gotten
     him through another adventure. Yet he refused to go home to recover;
     he wanted to finish his mission. Later, he returned to Washington to brief
     Secretary Stinson on recommendations for survival equipment to be added
     to all Air Corps planes immediately.
     Among the recommendations were a rubber sheet to protect the crew
     from the sun and catch water, and seawater distilling kits.
     Both items are still standard issue on U.S. military lifeboats and airplane life rafts.

     After the war, Rickenbacker focused on Eastern Airlines
     again as it returned to normal operations.
     He expanded routes and updated the fleet with Lockheed Constellations and Douglas DC-4s.
     He resisted the change to jetliners, wanting to let his competitors test the new technology first.
     He was forced to hire female flight attendants, something he had been resisting for 20 years.
     And he battled government regulation of the industry, saying all it did was create more
     red tape and discourage new companies.

     In 1953, after 25 years of service, Rickenbacker moved up to chairman of the board
     of Eastern Airlines. He found it difficult to give control to the new president,
     especially as business became tougher due to competition.
     Finally in 1963, he retired to a ranch in Texas with his wife Adelaide.
     The couple found it too remote and after five years moved to Florida.
     During a visit to Switzerland in July 1973, "America’s Ace of Aces" died of pneumonia.

      --Pamela Feltus

     Sources and further reading: Rickenbacker, Edward V. Rickenbacker. Englewood Cliffs, N.J.:
                                                    Prentice-Hall, 1967.

                                     Fighting the Flying Circus. Chicago: Lakeside Press, 1997.
                                                    Yenne, Bill. Legends of Flight: National Aviation Hall of Fame.
                                                    Lincolnwood, Ill.:
Publications Ltd., 1997.

     On-line sources and references: Glines, C.V. "Charmed Life of Captain Eddie Rickenbacker."     
                                                         Aviation History, January 1999.
     Available at http://www.historynet.com/magazines/aviation_history.

                                                         "Eddie Rickenbacker." National Aviation Hall of Fame. 
                                                          www.nationalaviation.org/enshrinee/rickenbacker.html

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