Have I kept it a secret that I was a wreck for the first several months we lived here? Okay, good. Well, the foreman for the guy who built this house saw right through that secret. His name is Dicky. Apparently there are a lot of guys in Texas named Dicky. I just don’t get that. There is Dicky’s BBQ, Dicky’s Golf Shop, Dicky’s Dry Cleaning, etc. If you were named Dicky by your parents, why wouldn’t you just change your name? Why would anyone keep the name Dicky? What does “Dicky” conjure up in your brain?

Anyway, shortly after we moved in I was meeting with Dicky on various repairs needed in the house while the dogs were throwing up, toxic plaster was being blasted around the back yard by enthusiastic pool builders, god knows who was knocking on the door, the land line was ringing, the cell phone was buzzing, UPS was delivering something, someone on the roof was pounding and I was close to tears.

Dicky looked at me sadly and said, “Can I pray for you?”
I said, “Well, why?”
He said, “Because I can see you need to be prayed for and I am a conduit of Jesus and I’ll tell you why I know that.” (Fast forward 20 minutes here, please.)
I finally interrupted him and said, “Okay, whatever, go for it” mostly just to shut him up which of course had the opposite effect.

We were standing in my formal dining room and he put his hands on my shoulders, closed his eyes, bowed his head and began. Boy, did he know how to talk and pray.

I was dazzled for the first 7 minutes because he was so intuitive; he was nailing how bad thing were for me and he was praying for things I was really hoping for like balance, peace, meaning and maybe even joy in the not so distant future. After 17 minutes I was getting agitated, bored, annoyed and ready to have Dicky out of my house. He finally finished with a resounding something or other, which actually made me cry. I think I was crying because I was so happy he was finished but he, of course, thought it was because he was a conduit of Jesus and that I’d had a breakthrough. And in all honesty I do believe in the power of prayer and he was good at it, if a little long winded, and it was nice to have someone’s complete attention when I was in such bad shape.

So, I thanked him, he gave me a referral for a handyman about whom he said, “I’m sure he’s Christian, he’s sooo happy!” We hugged, he said God bless you, he left and I haven’t seen him since.

Toto, we’re not in Scottsdale anymore.

13 thoughts on “Dicky

  1. Ann Easterwood

    I am still laughing. Not at the praying just how funny your writing is. Great story. How did you not tell me that one. Keep them coming. Ann


  2. Thanks Ann! I guess you and I were so busy and focused on the interior design and at that time my cup was soooo runneth over that I probably didn’t even think to tell you. Thanks for your encouragement to continue, my dear friend.


  3. David

    Thanks for the wonderful Dickey story! Chai Fu and I can identify with all that, as we met hundreds of Dickies during our time in Texas. It’s another world there, huh? Keep it coming, we love to read your stuff. Be well…. David


  4. Hi Momma. I am a very strong and assertive person and at that time I was incredibly weakened by medical crap with both me and my husband and being ripped from my life and dropped in Dallas. I am the first to assert my boundaries but in those days I didn’t have the strength. Plus I was confused. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before so I was in uncharted waters. If a guy is praying for you, preaching for you, I was thinking, do you stop him and say that’s enough? I had no guidelines in my mental repertoire to deal with this. It was so wierd. So I wrote…..hee hee.

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  5. Hi David! I bet you guys can relate! You lived here so long! And, yes, it’s another world! So happy you enjoy what I write! I miss you both but I think I get to see you soon because Steve is going to try to change lunch at Taiwan FE to when you will be back from your trip!!


  6. betbet610@yahoo.com

    Hahaha! Are you a changed woman now? I can’t believe you stood there all that time, knowing you as I do. You must have been in a bad way. !!

    Sent from my iPhone



  7. You’re probably a little under 1000 miles from here but I swear it is like you are in Kentucky. (Tell that to someone in TX and see how well THAT flies!) I have a plumber/electrician named Squirrel. What IS it with some names that people just don’t go, “Well, I’m changing that when I can!” In Ohio there’s a big RV chain called Rapers.

    I laughed when you asked, “Why” when the fellow wanted to pray with you. I mentally high-fived you. That you listened to it for as long as you did, had me shaking my head.

    Moving is hard. So is remodeling/building. One of my good friends in CA was going through an extensive remodel. Normally this woman was as calm and collected as you could possibly want. Cool, corporate, and professional. The remodel was getting to her though and I was around when the contractor called her. He just had some questions about light switch plates. She lost it. Right there. Had a melt down. She was incapable of discussion switch plates. I had to calm her down off the ledge. It was understandable. With time you can laugh.

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