Little Red Stories
"I grew up on a farm and was accustomed to playing outside with my three brothers. We all love trains, and my childhood industriousness led to a unique experience in which a Radio Flyer wagon played the role of a railroad car. We took an old wooden playhouse and restyled it as a depot. Then I took metal fence posts and nailed them to boards at such a width that they would serve as rails on which the wagon would roll. We had tons of fun riding the wagon down the makeshift track between the depot and the other stop 25 feet down the line. The playhouse and tracks have since been retired, but I still remember vividly the Niola and Garnettville RR and its trusty Radio Flyer locomotive."
"This story is about my youngest daughter Samantha. When she was about 2 (she is now 21) we moved into a new house. One day I couldn't find her. We looked everywhere, in her room, her sister's room, in the basement, out in the backyard. We called her name and called, nothing. Now I am starting to panic!!! I went out the front door and around the side of the house by the neighbours and low and behold there she was!!! She had gotten her Radio Flyer wagon, a pillow and a blanket, pulled it into the driveway and took a nap!!!!! YES, she was sleeping in the wagon!!!! I was so relieved to find her. I didn't know whether to grab her and hug her or scold her for scaring the crap out of me!!! Before I woke her up I took a picture of her sleeping in her wagon. Now her girls have the wagon to nap in!"
"My Radio Flyer story is quite new. For the last several months every time my husband comes home from work (he works overseas on a month off a month) our youngest son has to go to the Co-Op the very next morning. They go and make their purchases and then he tells his Dad and the clerk he needs to go check on "his" tricycle. He knows right where it is and hops on ringing the bell. This Classic Red Dual Deck Tricycle has become his greatest Christmas wish. Oops they went last Friday and "his" tricycle was gone. We expected a complete meltdown, however, what we got surprised us. He announced Santa must have come and got it for him already and ever since he tells everyone Santa went and got his tricycle to bring him for Christmas. Boy I hope Santa makes good on this big wish."
"My story is how God used the Radio Flyer Wagon to free me of a difficult part of my life. You can find this story on my blog... www.bellareaux.com Here is the scene, I have this beautiful customized Radio Flyer Wagon. It is completed with dual canopies in the “Whirl pattern” along with seat pads and storage compartments. It even has speakers for my MP3 player and on the sides, the plaques carry my name…Shannon. The wagon unfortunately is loaded. The contents of the wagon are unfamiliar to me. I am not sure how they all got in there. I just know that to keep them in all in, I have had to use bungie cords, duck tape, and at times, I have even taken the necklaces from my jewelry box and fashioned chains to hold all of this stuff in my wagon. It’s heavy. I admit it. It’s heavy. What’s worse, is that it is getting heavier every day and I am getting to the point that I cannot pull it anymore. There are times that I sit down in front of my wagon and look at it, I try to think of ways that I can shift the contents around, that I can rearrange it, that I can make it look better. You now it’s a pretty wagon and the way it’s all shoved in there just isn’t pretty anymore. And then it happens, someone walks up next to me with their wagon, and it looks different than mine. It looks like there is something in their wagon that they might need help with. It is messing up the way that their wagon looks. Everything else in their wagon looks in order except this one thing, maybe I could help with that one thing. Maybe if I took that one thing out of their wagon and put it in mine, which is already sort of messy, their wagon would look better. So I take it. I am not sure which bungie cord will hold it but that doesn’t matter, their wagon is back in order. And off they go, their wagon is lighter and mine is well, mine is. And then comes the worst, the abandoned wagon. I come up on a wagon that is just sitting there. It has some stuff in it, but it looks like it has some room in it. Maybe I could put some of my stuff in it and then my wagon wouldn’t be so heavy. Maybe I wouldn’t need so much duck tape. I will put some of my stuff in that wagon and it will be easier to pull two lighter wagons than one heavier wagon. Right? So I pick up the handle to the abandoned wagon and I start pulling it too. Now the load feels even heavier. Now both of my arms are really starting to hurt. I am near a park and a see an empty bench. I pull both of my wagons to the bench and just sit down. I put the wagons on each corner of the bench and prop the handles on each corner and I fall back into the bench. I am so tired that I curl up in to a ball and drift off to sleep. About an hour later, I wake up to find that both wagons are still sitting there, propped on both corners of the park bench. It’s the first time I have had a chance to look down into the wagons to see the contents. I cannot even see inside my own wagon because it is so loaded with things I have picked up along my journey and haven’t discarded. I know I can’t leave this bench without at least trying to lighten some of the load so I decide, I need to go through one wagon while I am here. My own wagon is too much to even start to handle so I look at the abandoned wagon and see what I can do.The wagon itself is pretty beat up. The paint is chipped off, the wheels have large gouges in them and the handle is bent. It has definitely been through the ringer. Inside the wagon, I find a package of hurt. I have this same package in my wagon. I am not even sure where my package came from to begin with, what am I suppose to do with this one? Should I consolidate them into one? No, that doesn’t sound like a good idea. It’s like mixing chemicals, you never know how they might interact. Maybe I should open it and see what’s inside. That’s what I will do, I will open up the package. Let me tell you, I learned a lesson, when you open up someone else’s package of hurt, be prepared. It’s not a pretty picture. SO a word to the wise, don’t open it. Put their package back in their wagon. They need to open it and deal with it. It’s not for you to do. So I decided to go look at my own “hurt” package. It took some digging. Digging was an understatement actually. The tape and bungie cords were so tightly wrapped around the wagon and the contents that I couldn’t get them off. I had to get wire cutters and scissors to start removing them. With each cut, things starting popping out. It looked like popcorn coming out of a Jiffy Pop pan. Stuff started flying everywhere. I was embarrassed. I started trying to gather it up as fast as I can and stuffing it back in the wagon. Were people noticing? Did people see this craziness? Wait a minute? Did I say craziness? STOP, hold the phone. This is crazy. And at that moment, I stopped and I fell to the ground and I let everything fall out of the wagon. It all fell. It was no longer popcorn popping. It was literally just falling out. It was falling all around me. And when I started picking it up and looking at the pieces, they were things I didn’t even want in my wagon. Hurt feelings, resentment, enabling others behavior, tiredness, long nights doing work that didn’t matter, patterns for masks that I thought would make me look better in other’s eyes, make-up kits to hide my tiredness, the power suit to make people think I was someone I wasn’t, the juggling balls, the keys to someone else’s responsibilities that I picked up because they wouldn’t, the lies that I began to believe because someone I thought loved me said them, the abandonment feelings I owned because someone I thought loved me fell down on their responsibility. And all this stuff was laying on the ground in front of me. Literally popped out. And the bungie cords, duck tape, and broken necklaces were on the ground too. No longer binding it all up. And the wagon, it was still next to me. But now, it was empty. I could see the pretty pattern of the cushions again. I could see the storage compartments, and I could hear the music from the speakers. Jesus said, Come to me all the weary and heavy burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 Luke 13:10-13 10 On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, 11 and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. 12 When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.” 13 Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God. My wagon had some scratches on it. It was scratched from where the cords had been so tightly wrapped that it couldn’t do anything but inch into the paint. Jesus could fix my wagon. So I stood up, I looked at the two wagons, and I grabbed the handle of my wagon. I left all that stuff laying there on the ground. And I pulled my own wagon. It was lighter. It was so light that I could skip with it. I could skip to the sound of the music. I was not stuck trying to manhandle it anymore. So I have a piece of advice, GIRL, pull your own wagon. And then you can stand up straight and be healed. I pray today, this encourages you to let go of some of the stuff you may be carrying that is not yours to carry. I can tell you it is a process. It’s not easy and does not come without resistance. But God is faithful. I am learning that God has the power alone to free us! "