Troubling Thoughts

Benjamin Franklin had always endeavored to help people. He was thrilled when he had created bifocals that could help others to see so much better and without any inconvenience. If only he could figure out a way to help England see what the colonies wanted was fair and just, then maybe he could help stop the war that was coming. His sigh was long and loud. He did not think he could stop the inevitable from happening, no matter what he tried.

Thaddeus Martin looked sharply at the man who was sitting alone at the small table waiting for his food to be served. Thaddeus knew Mr. Franklin, but he was surprised to see the normally jovial Franklin all alone and looking so concerned. Thaddeus knew whatever was bothering Franklin was surely something monumental as his trademark smile was nowhere to be seen.

With his dinner ready to be served, Thaddeus grabbed the order and hurried over to set the meal in front of the elderly statesman.

“Mr. Franklin, sir,” Thaddeus said respectfully, “I have your order, ready. Is there anything else at all I can get for you, sir?”

Franklin looked up and was startled to see such concern for him expressed on the boy’s face. He quickly smiled and responded, “No, lad. I’m fine, really. This wonderful food is all I need to get my thoughts straight. This is truly the best help you could give me on this night.”

Thaddeus walked away feeling a little better. He knew the colonies were about to be involved in changes even those living here could barely even begin to imagine. But, with leaders like Franklin, he felt sure that whatever came to pass would be for all the right reasons.