a hot Saturday July evening in 1952. In the far off
distance you hear thunder clouds moving in. Just before
six o'clock, the skies quickly grew dark and cloudy
and rain drops began to fall. The rain fell a little
at first and then it really started to pour down.
I mean it came down in buckets!
in the streets who were playing stick ball began to
run for cover. Women were pulling their laundry off
the clothes lines in the alleys. What was once a dry,
hot street was filled with puddles that were splashing
up when people in their cars tried to make it home
and out of this unusual downpour. Everyone was trying
to get out of the rain except for this little old
man walking slowly up the street.
Old Joe, as the people in the neighborhood fondly
called him, was 94 years old. A kind old gentleman
he was who spoke very little and was well known for
generations as the neighborhood baker. He started
working for his father at the family bakery as a small
boy and had worked there all his life in this close
knit community. People used to talk alot about Little
Old Joe. They kind of felt sorry for the old guy.
he had to walk somewhere, he walked as if he was carrying
a thousand pounds on his back. I mean to say, he was
all bent over. So much so, his face was only about
two feet of the ground when he went anywhere. He needed
a cane which he had using for a number of years and
sure had seen better days. It was only two feet long
from being worn down all those years of using it.
But it did keep him from falling over.
thought his back was like that because he had to stoop
down for so many years to pick up 100 pound sacks
would see him everyday either going to or from the
bakery with his little cane, all bent over, trudging
slowly up or down the street. 'Step.. cl-click...
step... cl-click... step... cl-click... step... cl-click'.
You could hear that sound of the little cane hitting
the sidewalk early in the morning on his way to work
or in the evening while he was on his way home from
and down the street were peering out their windows
that hot Summer evening as the rain started to slow
down. They saw Little Old Joe coming up the street.
Only this time there was something very different
about Little Old Joe.
walking with his back arched, shoulders back and straight
up and not all bent over like he had been for years.
People began walking out of their homes and up to
the old man as though they were in a hypnotized state.
There must have been 50 or 60 people gathered around
Little Old Joe with their mouths wide open in awe.
in the crowd shouted, 'Oh My God! My God! You're healed!
Little Old Joe has been healed by the rain!"
Others in the crowd were positive it was the rain
that had this healing effect on him and they were
all chatting away like hens in a hen house. He stood
proudly with his cane at his side, looked around and
said, "Folks! Go home. It ain't no miracle. I
just come from the doctor and he gave me a L O N G
E R C A N E!!"
If you see a Little Old Joe walking in the rain, just