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Why Huron, Ohio Holds a Special Place in His Heart

A kind holiday gesture done many years ago found its way back to him when he needed it the most.

Illustration of Huron, Ohio; By Donna Grethen
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Huron, Ohio, was where I’d spent my twenties, working on a steamer out on the Great Lakes. My wife and I started our family there, and later we came back to Huron to retire. Then, during the final stages of construction on our new home, I had difficulty breathing. The doctor determined I needed open-heart surgery. I was admitted to a hospital in Sandusky. Everything was put on hold.

The night before my surgery, I was so worried I couldn’t sleep. I lay in my hospital bed, praying and thinking about the events in my life that had led me to this point. I remembered how I had fallen in love with Huron and its people. I remembered a Christmas many years ago…

The shipping season had been good to me, so that winter I decided to buy some Christmas gifts and help out a family in town. “I know a family that would appreciate a visit from Santa Claus,” the owner of the marine supply store said. “A woman with six children just lost her husband.”

The store owner and his wife helped me wrap some presents and gave me the family’s address. That evening I delivered the packages. A little girl with sparkly brown eyes and the sweetest smile answered the door. “Santa asked me to bring these gifts to you and your family,” I said.

The girl’s eyes lit up even more. “Tell Santa thank you from Dorothy,” she said. I never saw her or her family again, but they, and the other folks I met in town, helped give Huron a permanent place in my heart. A heart that now needed fixing, badly.

A nurse came in to check on me. “Will you pray with me?” I asked. She took my hand and held it until our prayer was finished.

“Where are you from?” the nurse asked. “I’m from Huron,” I told her proudly.

She smiled. “I grew up there,” she said. “I loved it, even though life wasn’t easy. You see, I lost my father when I was just a child.”

I looked into her sparkly brown eyes and knew I’d seen them before. “Do you recall a sailor bringing presents to your door one Christmas?”

She stared. “That was you!”

“Yes, Dorothy,” I said, suddenly confident about my surgery. “That was me.”

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