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The Ice Man Cometh (non-erotic)  

thax013 46M
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3/1/2013 9:41 pm

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5/26/2013 1:05 am

The Ice Man Cometh (non-erotic)


The headlights softly glistened on the fallen snow. Boots crunching into the snow, we walked towards the stranded motorist. "We got ourselves another one to help out!" beemed George. I said nothing but continued my trek towards the car. I could hear soft clinking coming from George, as many ice crystals had formed in his thick beard. They clinked together with each step he took. Thick leather boots, coated with a thick sheen of ice merrily stomped through the knee high snow, spraying clouds of snow with each step. "I love this time of year Frank! Makes me feel useful!" I stopped and looked at George, a blue skinned mountain of a man. Thick skinned, thick full brown beard, deep set pearls of brown for eyes. He had this huge grin on his face, he was truly loving this. I sighed, and followed in the tracks he was making. "Ooooh Frank, I think this one's got a couple of little 'uns in it!" I looked up and saw the back edge of a car seat and what looked like a six year old bouncing around in the back seat; at the least, we truly are helping people. George merrily starts shoveling out snow from around the tires, as I approach the window and knock lightly on it.

A fair skinned woman in her thirties rolled the window down half an inch, she was bundled up in a royal purple winter coat and seemed a little flustered, but with two loud in the back seat, that's not surprising. I informed her that we were going to shovel out some snow around her tires, help push her car back a little ways so she could get going again on the road, I suggested that she follow in the ruts that other cars had made. Together George and I finished shoveling the snow rather quickly and got her mobile again. She didn't stop to thank us, which made me glad. I'd rather her stay mobile and get home rather than try to thank us and get stuck again. We started walking back to our work truck to find the next vehicle to help get unstuck. Crunch crunch crunch, George seemed to be looking out into nothing, "She was real thankful Frank. I could tell, I could tell in my heart." "Yes George, she was." "She was pretty wasn't she Frank? All bundled up, but very feminine ... I bet she had good color in her cheeks." "Yes George, but that was from the cold and her " "You know Frank, I would like someone like her in my home, someone to come back to after work. I'd take her, she'd like that ... and her little 'uns too. They'd like my home, and I would like the sound of playing." "George, you have trouble around women. I'm the only person you feel comfortable even talking with, and , they play a lot, but they also fight and bicker. I'm not so sure you would like that big of a change, now if you found someone, and together you made a family, I can see that; but not going directly into a family. Sorry George." "Nah Frank, I just want for my home to feel like a home. Have the sounds of LIFE! Playing, bickering ... it's LIFE Frank." He continues getting softer, "A life, worth living." I couldn't truly hear that last word, but I knew it was there.

We drive down the road looking for another motorist, I'm thinking about what George said. "George? Why don't you try finding someone to live with you? You have a grand house, a little big, a little cold, a little intimidating; but if you made it a little warmer, inviting, people would see it for the glory that it is." "Frank, warm is not what I am ..." "Yes George, I know, you are the ice giant. Still, don't you suppose you could find an ... an ice queen that would take you for what you are?" "Nah Frank, you're wrong, ice queens only want to use the cold to hurt or hinder people ... I don't like that." "George? Are you serious??? You say you don't like that? Yet you made this???" I gestured, "For what??? Do you honestly think that the people like getting fourteen inches of snow in a day???" "Frank, you know why I do this, it's to HELP people. The people we help are so thankful for being helped. I like making people happy ... it makes me happy." He continues in a whisper "and gives me a reason to exist."

I can tell that I struck something, he's jovial mood has evaporated. We drive on with a brooding silence. We come across a tow truck that has just finished pulling a stuck motorist out. The motorist is thanking the tow truck driver as we pull up behind them. The motorist gets in his car and leaves as George stomps up to the tow truck driver. Screaming George yells "What do you THINK that you're DOING??? Helping People is what I DO!!!" The driver tries calming George down, but to no avail. George gets so mad he flips the tow truck onto it's side. The driver turns a shade of white fright upon seeing the strength of George. I run over through the snow to try to stop George as he stomps up to the driver. Tilting his head up to the driver, George beems. "Looks like your tow truck is stuck, would you like some help?" The driver nearly faints, and before he can respond, I zip in and answer George "Yes, he'd love to have some help with getting his truck back on it's wheels. Seems it also has some dents that he'd love to have fixed." As George shambles over to the truck, I apologize to the driver. We get him righted and repaired and he goes on his way.

"George, you can't keep doing that. You can't fix what you break and expect people to be happy about it." "Why not Frank? That guy seemed very relieved." "George, I think he was relieved that you weren't going to throw him, instead of his truck. You have to find a way to live without disrupting everyone's lives." We finish our day in contemplation ... How can I help someone that refuses to allow others to help him. Today will make him feel better, the snow and ice will melt. He'll make another day next winter and I'll be stuck helping him help people. As another cold breeze blasts me in my face, I think, don't we all have a little bit of George in us?


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