The Story of Dimas

Many interesting people come through our area. Young and old, rich and not so much, interesting and bland, Black and White, Hispanic Americans, Texans, Cajuns…………………you name it……..they’ve come through our area.

Most we know only well enough to wave at but, now and then, a spark of friendship ignites.

Dimas is one of those guys and his story is interesting. I’ve known him for a couple of months and at first he always seemed to be on a downer. You know, someone with a frown all the time. Never a smile.

“Morning Dimas.”

“Morning.”

“Bad night.”

“Not really.”

“Then why the frown? You never smile and it gets me down. Smile. That’s it. You’ve got a great smile. Love that smile.”

Sometimes we get in funks and don’t even realize it. Dimas was in a funk and after that conversation I noticed a change in Dimas. He smiled more as he came through the gate. And I’d tell him “Morning Dimas……good to see ya”. I looked forward to seeing him and I think he liked visiting us.

The other day Dimas even brought us breakfast.  Amazing what a smile can do. Dimas puts that smile on his face and he feels good. He can’t help it. It’s impossible to feel bad with a smile on your face.

5 am. “Morning Dimas. What you doing here so early?”

“I’m on call 24/7. They call……I got to go.”

By way of explanation………Dimas is an electrician and along with his cohort is responsible for all things electrical on the job. If it’s electrical and it breaks, he’s got to fix it.

“24/7. Kind of tough isn’t it?”

“Well I’ve been doing this for 23 years so I’m used to it. Besides, the money is good.”

“Wow….23 years. Long time.”

“Yes. And I’ve been all over the world in the process. I’ve worked rigs in the middle East, Europe, India, South America and the far East.”

“What is your favorite place of all?”

“Of all the places I’ve been…(and here he looked me in the eye)….this country, the U.S., is the greatest country on the planet. There is no other country like this.”

Dimas is a Hispanic American and speaks with a slight accent. English was not his first language. When he spoke those words of praise for our country they carried extra weight. He’s seen the world. He knows the truth.

Later, as I thought about our conversation, I choked up. You had to be there. You had to hear the love in his voice, see the pride is his eyes and the smile on his face as he spoke about America, our country.

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10 Responses to The Story of Dimas

  1. Vicky Heron says:

    God Bless America… Great post Bob 🙂

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    • Texas Heat says:

      So glad you enjoyed. I really work hard to keep politics out of this but it’s very hard. So many times I want to go off on a rant. This was one of them.

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  2. Jill says:

    Great post!

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  3. Bonnie Marshall says:

    Nice story Bob. I’m still working at the Vet’s so see many reasons every day to be thankful for what we have in our great USofA. Most ‘brats’ I know are kindred spirits in that respect! I Love my God…Love my Country!!!! Bless you guys….

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    • Texas Heat says:

      Hi Bonnie. Long time…no hear. Most “Brats”, like Dimas, have seen more of the “rest” of the world. They know. In that sense, we are luckier than our State bound bretheren. How sad is it to live a life with no appreciation for what we have here.

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  4. Fantastic story. Sometimes we never know the importance of a simple sentence in someone’s life. Both good and bad.

    With so much division in the Country right now, it is fantastic to hear a story about the UNITED States of America. Thank you.

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  5. Vickie says:

    I know what you mean. This past weekend we had over 300 Boy/Girl scouts tenting behind us. Part of their weekend was learning about the American flag and the respect that is shown. Oh, did I mention that these kids are all first and second generation Indian? That made hearing this lesson about our American flag even more poignant.

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    • Texas Heat says:

      Too many Americans have been taught the wrong things about this country. I have strong feelings on the subject but I’ve vowed to keep politics out of my blog. Thank you for a sense of this great country that is too often ignored.

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