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"Wild Freedom Chapter 7" By Rolly A. Chabot

Updated on April 9, 2015
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Morning Welcomes

Welcome and good to be home after the city life yesterday. Calgary Alberta has a little over a million people in it and I think yesterday they were all out driving. Hard to believe only a few short years ago I was a part of it. So caught up in it I simply blended in.

One of the greatest parts of living in a small town is at any given time I walk or drive the streets here I can count the number of vehicles on my fingers. Traffic is controlled by four way stops and people are wonderful. A place where at nine at night all that can be heard is quiet.

So gather around and lets pick up where we left off with riding on the back of Dr Benson's Harley Davidson at break neck speeds through the streets of Yellowknife in the North West Territories in northern Canada in search of Wilson.

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No helmet and dust and this man of distinction at the controls clutching tightly to Wilson's ammo case and terror in my eyes is where I found myself. This man knew nothing of fear as we skidded to a stop in front of his house. It was inviting to step off this thing and stand with shaking knees on solid ground again.

"Well here we are son. I hope the ride did not freak you out to bad. It is one of the few pleasures I have left in life. Speed and this old girl and I have seen much in life as he wiped the dust from the fuel tank. She is a classic. Come inside and I will make us some dinner. Caught a few Arctic Char this morning at the river. You look like you could use a good meal. I would say you are on the pale side son."

The evening was spent listening to this man telling of his adventures in the north and all the places he had been over the years. A confirmed bachelor living life on the edge the entire time. A few ladies in his life and he admitted Della had been one of them. "I will tell you this much about that girl, she is a little rough around the edges. Maybe not what one would call a lady but she has a heart of gold. I have seen her give away all she has to someone in need. If she would be willing to leave that place I would marry that girl. We have what one could call a different relationship but I still love her heart. I have been trying to talk her into coming here and nursing but she is stuck there and I refuse to end up in a place like Dawson City."

"Doc I appreciate all you are doing for me. When will I be able to see Wilson. I have been packing around his journals for close to three weeks now and would really like to give them to him. It has been an interesting life he has led."

"It has Rolly, Benson smiled. Not many men could face the hardships he has and be doing the wonderful work he has started here in Yellowknife. He has turned out to be a bit of a recluse since he lost his leg. Psychologically sound and all but it is one of the side effects of amputation. He stays pretty much to himself but he is a busy man. He came here shortly after. He had absolutely nothing, no money no nothing. The only thing he had that sustained him was his faith. He shared with me the canoe trip down the river changed him. He told me he promised God that if he was spared he would serve Him the rest of his life and he has. As faithful a man as I have ever known. I have been a Christian all my life and yes I admit I have messed up but Wilson could be classified as only a man of integrity. We will see him in the morning. For now lets get some rest. The spare room is your as long as you need it. "

"Doc I appreciate all you are doing for me. When will I be able to see Wilson. I have been packing around his journals for close to three weeks now and would really like to give them to him. It has been an interesting life he has led."

"It has Rolly, Benson smiled. Not many men could face the hardships he has and be doing the wonderful work he has started here in Yellowknife. He has turned out to be a bit of a recluse since he lost his leg. Psychologically sound and all but it is one of the side effects of amputation. He stays pretty much to himself but he is a busy man. He came here shortly after. He had absolutely nothing, no money no nothing. The only thing he had that sustained him was his faith. He shared with me the canoe trip down the river changed him. He told me he promised God that if he was spared he would serve Him the rest of his life and he has. As faithful a man as I have ever known. I have been a Christian all my life and yes I admit I have messed up but Wilson could be classified as only a man of integrity. We will see him in the morning. For now lets get some rest. The spare room is yours for as long as you want to stay. I think you and Wilson have something to talk about.

The following morning after breakfast and coffee Dr Benson made a call. 10 o'clock was the time they would meet with Wilson. It was shortly after 7 that morning when I stepped out into the street and started to walk. The street signs were none existent. A few people were out and about. I talked to a few and asked about the street signs. They just laughed and said just ask and people know where everyone lives. "I hear there is a Mission here in town run by a man named Wilson?

A native lady with a sunbaked face gave me a toothless smile. The wrinkles were deep set and looked as those they were a trademark of recognition. "Go down to Sally's turn left to Sam Jensen's place and turn right. It is in the old Pearson Warehouse at the end of the road. You can't miss it. If you get lost just ask anyone. We all know Wilson and what he does," the old Native man spoke.

Dr Benson was just getting on his Harley. I told him I would be on my way to meet with Wilson. "Well he will be waiting for you. He will likely put you to work cause they will be starting lunch soon. Tell him Lenny at the cannery has some extra fish for supper tonight and the store has some outdated vegetables to be picked up. Say hello from me if you could. I need to fly up to Rankin Inlet. Some lady there is having a hard birth. I better get going so you are on your own. Do you have the address?

"I do, thanks again safe travel Doc. I will tell Wilson you said hello."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash. "Here give this to Wilson and tell him it is a little extra I had kicking around. Should be close to a grand there. That should carry him over for a while. Not sure when I will be back so make yourself at home." With that and a roar he was off in a cloud of dust to the river airport.

It was just before 10 when I came to the end of the street. "Last Chance Mission" was the name on the sign. Hand painted and well weathered. The interior of the building was dark and musty smelling. The smell of food filled the air and the sound of pots and pans banging together. An elderly Native lady stepped forward and said in broken English. "Lunch is at 12 noon sharp. I have a biscuit left over from breakfast if you are looking to have a meal." She gave me a toothless smile. Her face like many others carried the weathered look.

"I have come looking for Wilson. I have something here for him. Tell him Dr Benson sent me."

She gave me with a suspicious look. "Wait here I will see if he is resting." She turned and walked to a small office in the corner and knocked softly on the door. The door opened a small crack and she spoke in Cree. "White man with box, looking for you and turned and walked back to her duties.

Wilson stepped out of his office and stood for a minute. "I heard you were in town and I see you have brought something to me. God bless you son for coming. It has been a long while I have been waiting to see that case." He started to walk slowly toward me. The limp explained the pain he was in. He walked with one crutch swinging his leg forward with each step. It was not a handshake but a hug of a grateful man I received that morning. A man who wept on my shoulder openly and freely. "God Bless you son for coming and bringing these to me. God Bless you...!

The conversation that followed was long and filled with emotion as I told Wilson of what I found at the cabin. It's condition seemed to touch him. I passed over his ammo box and he set it on the desk and stared at it. "Wilson I have to tell you something I took the time to read all you have recorded there. I have no idea if you intended on having them read but they kept me company on the river. You have had a hard life and my heart goes out to you Wilson."

"God promises us He will never give us more than we can bare. We question at times just how much we are called to carry. I have come to the place where I have now learned to simply give it over to Him. It is not easy. Those days I drifted on the river I was never alone. I saw things and heard things so clearly and have never looked back. I gave all those cares to Him when ever I came in and out of consciousness and came to the greatest place of peace. The Natives near Dawson cared for me and after a long while I ended here with nothing and this got started. He pointed around the room. Not much but this is home and it is where I serve."

" I met the people of the river. I stayed a night with them and they told me what had happened with you. They are a fine people and so filled with love. I have something for you Wilson. Doc Benson said it would help carry you over for awhile. I passed over the cash and he looked at it and again the tears flowed. As well Wilson he said that Lenny had some fish for you and the grocery store had some vegetables."

"See what I mean about provision and God's hand son. Just when the funds and the food run low along comes this and more food. We serve a God who is so faithful. What about you Rolly do you know the Father above. I mean do you have a personal relationship with Him?

"Yes and no. It has been many years since I attended church but the teachings as a child about God have always been with me?

"They will always be there. Look at them as being seeds Rolly. All that is needed is some time. They will grow as you grow. In His timing they will become the truth in your life. Nothing is more rewarding than having a relationship with Him. It is ok that you read the journals by the way. Maybe you were able to find some truth in there to help you along. He reached for the case and slowly opened it. He took out each and ran his fingers over them. It was when he found his worn Bible did he again break down in tears. This belonged to my mother and her mother before. Of all in life this is the greatest of treasure I have ever had. This calls for a special celebration. You must stay and have a meal with us. Tomorrow night we are having a great feast and you are invited. Please tell me you will stay?


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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Oh my, does this ever bring back memories of Alaska. I love the warm and inviting way your writing makes me feel. I love your love of the quiet life and the serenity that pours forth from your writing. You are a true talent but above that a good human being.

      May peace and happiness follow you each and every day.

      bill

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Billy... glad it brought back some memories... the North will always be a part of me as it was there I made some changes in life. The countryside and the people have come together there and formed a special community where everyone is welcome.

      Thanks for all your kind words...

      Hugs from Canada

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      Rosemary Sadler 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      This is a truly wonderful story Rolly and I have enjoyed reading every word. I was away for a few days and it has taken me a while to catch up, but so pleased I stopped by here.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This made me cry tears of joy, learning of Wilson's love and faith. I so admire him and wish for the same. To completely give of one's self is so beautiful to me. A life filled with service to others must be so rewarding. I have the desire to do some kind of work to help others, I have not found it yet, but i know i will. Your writing is so inspiring, brings out the best in me. Thank you so much for sharing your life..

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi RoseMay... glad you are back and hope all is well with you. It has been fun digging up some of those memories again of my time with these people.

      Hugs from Canada

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Always... and you will find your calling. Be still and listen close. You will know when you are called. Service to Him and to others is a high calling. A calling which requires full commitment and dedication.

      Wilson was a man with such a calling. What amazed me more than anything is he did after suffering so greatly. His lose of family and his leg. It was a beautiful thing to watch this man and the relationship he had with people. The community there at the mission is one that any organization could be modelled after. Each and everyone there served a role and a function.

      Hugs and Blessings from Canada

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Now you got me crying along with Wilson. Can't wait to see how the feast goes. Got me wondering when Benson will be back and if you'll stay awhile. From there were you able to contact Della and see how Tannis was? Looking forward to more. Hugs from Riga.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Morning Gypsy... good of you to stop and catch up on this again. I guess I will need to carry this on now that I have started... smiles.

      How did the stopping and resting with a candle and pen work out....

      Hugs from Canada

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      Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Votes all up and across. I recall this story from long ago but it was enjoyable to hear it again. Well maybe that was Polly who remembers, lol.

      Hugs back to you.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Jackie... Thanks for the votes and you are always welcome at the Fireside... not sure if I had written about this before but possible...

      Hus from Canada

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      The candle session went just fine. Got a whole pageful of inspirations to use for my future hubs. You'd be amazed what thoughts come out just sitting by candlelight and sort of letting your mind work for itself. Hugs from Riga.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Gypsy... thanks for sharing and what a blessing to hear you found what you were looking for... please write a hub about your experience... it would be awesome.

      Hugs from Canada

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      Susan Ream 4 years ago from Michigan

      Finally you got to meet Wilson. It must have been wonderful to have been hugged by this man whom you blessed so richly. You showed great honor as you valued his life by preserving his notes and his generational Bible.

      I'm sure you two shared some great conversations. I'm guessing life changing. Once again Rolly .. Great writing.

      Hugs!

      Mekenzie

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Mekenzie... Wilson was a wonderful man who took on the great responsibility of looking after the many who would have otherwise been homeless and with nothing. His mission was a great success and has been modeled after all over the north. Indeed a very interesting man considering all he had been through.

      Hugs from Canada

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      Julianna 4 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

      I enjoy your stories and guidance, of course I would stay. I must read many more of your articles, its always an enlightment.:) Thumbs up!

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Julianna ... good to see you again. It has been a long while. Funny thing about HP is you can be away for a long while then all of a sudden you come across people again. Good that you stopped by and like you I do need to get back and play some catchup with all the hubs I have missed.

      I hear according to the news you guys are into the hot season again. Stay cool and remember the AC...

      Hugs from Canada

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