Jesus & The Mud Puddle

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
March 21, 2000

Howard  County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call one Saturday  afternoon a few months ago. His 6-year-old grandson, Mikey, had been hit by a car while fishing in Greentown with his dad.

The father and son were near a bridge by the Kokomo Reservoir when a woman lost control of her car, slid off the bridge and hit Mikey at a rate of about 50 mph.

Sheriff Marr had seen the results of accidents like this and feared the worst. When he got to Saint Joseph Hospital, he rushed through the emergency room to find Mikey conscious and in fairly good spirits.

‘Mikey, what happened?’ Sheriff Marr asked. Mikey replied, ‘Well, Papaw, I was fishin’ with Dad, and some lady runned me over, I flew into a mud puddle, and broke my fishin’ pole and I didn’t get to catch no fish!’

As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey about 500 feet, over a few trees and an embankment and in to the middle of a mud puddle. His only injuries were to his right femur bone, which had broken in two places.

Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg. Otherwise the boy is fine.

Since all the boy could talk about was that his fishing pole was broken, the Sheriff went out to Wal-Mart and bought him a new one while he was in surgery so he could have it when he came out.

The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey to keep him company in the hospital. Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole and talked about when he could go fishing again as he cast into the trash can.

When they were alone Mikey, just as matter-of-fact, said, ‘Papaw, did you know Jesus is real?’

‘Well,’ the Sheriff replied, a little startled. ‘Yes, Jesus is real to all who believe in him and love him in their hearts.’

‘No,’ said Mikey. ‘I mean Jesus is REALLY REAL.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked the Sheriff.

‘I know he’s real ’cause I saw him,’ said Mikey, still casting into the trash can.

‘You did ?’ said the Sheriff.

‘Yep,’ said Mikey. ‘When that lady runned me over and broke my fishing pole, Jesus caught me in his arms and laid me down in the mud puddle.’

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  1. reminiscent of “Heaven is Real.” excellent book, excellent article.


  2. Lyn said:

    And why not? No one will convince me that Jesus can’t catch a little boy in His arms.


  3. From the mouth of babes! Jesus had his eye on this little one because he still had plans for him.


  4. Joyful Reader said:

    Only if more of us adults had eyes like children. We would see Jesus doing wonderful things in our lives as well!


  5. There is a Howard County, IN, and there is a Kokomo Resevoir lake one, that is a 484-acre lake that is a well-loved fishing site. That much I know for sure. My presumption is that someone wrote a charming story taken from the newspaper, and word of mouth. That the boy was thrown over trees, I doubt. I live near Kokomo and tried to verify the story in the archives just to find an author for you. That’s as far as I went. Like most stories carried by oral history, events turn into spectacular. The child may well have seen Jesus or felt His arms–I just doubt the “over trees” part and perhaps the 500 feet is a stretch. I am thinking someing similar happened, but the facts are a bit distorted. Children, six years old, have no conception of distance.


    • Grinch! 🙂 At the same time, I have two friends who were the subjects of news articles. They both told me that the article bore little resemblance to what actually happened. As a fellow Hoosier, thanks for researching this article. While I have no doubt the Lord watches over us far more than we realize (I’ve experienced such myself), media sources may not be the most reliable place to learn of His providence.


  6. If we would be willing to go to the level of our children more of often, imagine all the things we would be able to see! Jesus exhorted us to have the faith of a child.


  7. stories like this make me smile…need this every day! thank you!


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