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Seems there is an email floating around regarding Eddie Rickenbacher, so thought it my duty to present the truth as always. Here's the email:

WHAT A GREAT STORY!! Hope you enjoy it!

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 almost has the

world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody's 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.

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, 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. Invariably, one of the gulls lands on his sea-bleached,

weather-beaten hat - an old military hat he's been wearing for years.

When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward thebeach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the

stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way

down to the end of 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," as my dad used to say. Or,

"a guy that's a sandwich shy of a picnic," as my kids might say. To

onlookers, he's 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's too bad. They'd 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 a life raft.

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 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 - a very slight meal for eight men -

of it. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught

fish, which gave them food and more bait......and the cycle continued.