The Candy Bomber

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  This very special man went above and beyond his duties in the military.





  • Do you wonder if you have anything to offer and what good a little could do?
  • Does our existence matter in the grand scheme of things?

To help us understand the tremendous scope of our small efforts, let’s look at the story of “The Candy Bomber”.

In 1948 Gail Halvorsen was a Lieutenant in the US Air Force when Russia blockaded food and all supplies to West Berlin. To prevent the people from starving, the Americans and British began dropping airlifts of food to the city.

Gail was one of the many pilots involved in this huge effort. While in Berlin, he saw a group of children standing on the other side of a fence watching for the planes. He knew they were hungry, as most were in the city, but Gail only had two sticks of gum on him. What could he do, there were so many children, and he only a miniscule amount of food, and candy at that.

He approached the fence and felt impressed to share the gum. He broke the gum in halves, making four pieces, and was a bit nervous that a fight, or worse, would break out when he gave this small offering through the fence. These children had already been through so much in their young lives, and what could 4 small pieces of gum possibly do to help them? Could he protect small ones who might be harmed if there were a rush on those who did get the gum since a fence separated him from the children?

Again, the impression to share came. He followed the feeling and reached out to the children with the small pieces of gum.

The children pressed forward, but did not over power the lucky four who did get the candy. Gail waited, almost without breathing to see what would happen. The four fortunate receivers of the candy shared, even tearing the wrappers into strips to be passed around for the others to smell the sweet scent of its previous contents.

Halvorson was amazed. He had never witnessed that kind of selflessness and happiness at such a small (or even a grand) gift. The feeling of almost reverence hung over the children as they showed delight for those who had actually gotten a piece of the gum, and gratitude to simply hold a small remnant of such special contents.

Those children acted graciously, with dignity and empathy to their fellow beings, rather than selfishly or ‘it’s all about me and what I can get’.

For a moment, let’s put ourselves in their situation.

  • They were in a horrible time of distress, hunger, some had loneliness for mother, father and family. 
  • Much of what they had know had been ripped from their lives as an enemy surrounded their homes.
  • Surely they wondered how long they might live in such circumstances, yet they looked for each others comfort as best they could and not for their own pleasure or instant gratification.

When Gail grasped what was happening and how these poor souls were responding, he promised to drop more candy the next day.

So that the children would be able to identify his plane from all the others flying overhead, he told them he would wiggle his airplane wings.

That night he gathered all the candy he could from his kindhearted fellow pilots, fashioned parachutes from handkerchiefs so they would fall a bit more slowly and more easily be seen by the children.

Can you imagine the hope, the desire to live to see another day those children felt as they waited the long night, praying that someone, a stranger even, would care enough about them to come back, with just a small token of kindness?

Gail kept his word and as he flew overhead, he wiggled the wings of his plane and let go of his small, but precious cargo.

Halverson’s military buddies were also heroes in this story.

Candy and rations were as valuable as currency in Germany at that time, yet they gladly gave of their rations to help support this effort for the children of Germany.

After dropping several of these parachutes over the next few days, the local newspapers began to report of the ‘candy bombs’, and suddenly letters by the bundles came addressed to “Uncle Wiggly Wings” or “The Chocolate Pilot”, as children all over the city requested they too have special candy parachutes dropped to them.

Newspapers in America also picked up the story, and Americans were eager to help with this cause.  In fact, people all over the United States anxiously sent their own contributions to Gail to ‘parachute’ to the children.

Soon afterward, entire train boxcars were sent from the candy manufacturers in the United States to help in this effort. By this time the US Air Force was involved and many were helping in this cause, not just Gail and his plane.

The blockade ended the next spring and the parachuted candy was no longer needed.

What can we learn from this wonderful and selfless act by Gail Halverson?

  • How we act towards others, even in times of our own desperate need, does affect the outcome.
  • Even when ‘justified’ due to any number of situations, health, trying circumstances, reversal of resources and other factors, our actions most certainly determines blessings for ourselves and countless others.
  • The choice made by Mr. Halverson to act lovingly, and to follow an impression for good, though he did not know the outcome, tremendously affected numerous lives.
  • All, from the military buddies, to those who sacrificed to send a bit of candy to help – every person who was charitable and generous, gave the greatest gift they could; that of hope. They were sympathetic, concerned and cared about total strangers that they would never meet, or benefit from in a public way, they just loved and acted.

In this day of far too many taking advantage of another, or looking for an excuse to benefit at the expense of someone else, I hope we will teach this story to our family, learn from it and see the far reaching effects from a group of children who loved each other more than themselves.  Because those children looked beyond their own needs and acted as they did, thousands and possibly tens of thousands lives were influenced for the better.

God knew those children and what they needed most at that time.

He knows us and what we need right now.

God did not end the suffering as soon as it began; instead He prompted a listening person to do His work, and gave others the opportunity to lift the burden of another in need. To love as He loves and to act as He would act.

I hope we will do the small and simple acts of kindness as soon as the impression comes to our mind, and to teach our families this same principle.   We will be incredibly blessed for doing so.Copyright Carrie Groneman, A Mother’s Shadow, 2013

Recognize a blessing and be a blessing today.

A New Life After Baby

New Life With Baby

A New Life After Baby

A New Life After Baby

How does a baby change your life? Ahhh, the list of positives will tens of times over out weigh the list of negatives.    However parenthood does bring a few changes…..


I will confess my naiveté when starting our family.  Stan and I went to the doctor who pronounced that yes indeed we were going to have a baby. We were ecstatic, a bit afraid and totally unprepared, as any honest parent will tell you – they do not come with instructions and even when you figure out one, the others did not read the same play book.

Anyway, the next day I went back to work and asked a coworker, whose wife was due with their first baby any minute, how she was doing. He replied that she had started to dilate so it would be very soon. I thought about that all day. Stan and I worked in offices that were close to each other so it was great that we could carpool to and from work. On the way home I asked him, “So, how do they tell by looking at your eyes that you are ready to have a baby?” He almost ran us off the road he was laughing so hard!

Ok, I have learned a little more since then. Babies are such a wonderful blessing from God, and they bring us closer to our Creator than any other job, service or assignment ever could. Parenthood is a blessing and a huge adjustment. I mean seriously, how can one little body create a dozen loads of laundry a week? Their clothing is so little! Did you realize you would ‘smell funny’ for the next several years, a mixture of …..well… we won’t go into that. Oh, and that your clothing would have always have foreign matter on it, that you cannot even/want to identify? And what is with the elevation in 2 feet? How come a baby is content IF you are standing versus sitting? How can they even tell when they do not seem to understand the difference in day and night, and yet they know when you are resting by sitting for a minute! And the sleep, oh the sleep, a deep long, uninterrupted sleep….was now only a day dream.

Food, at the designated appropriate temperature the food is supposed to be when eaten, does not matter anymore. If it is intended to be served hot it will be cold when mom gets to it. If it is meant to be eaten cold, it will be warmish when she eats. (My mother has not had a hot meal in ?? years – A Christmas Story) Besides the culture shock and huge learning curve, it was frustrating to me after I had my first baby to not have anything ever ‘done’. Then, it dawned on me, I may never have a project finished. Laundry multiplied in the basket giving birth to more clothing. Dishes seem to breed in the sink, piling continually, and the list went on.

Please do not misunderstand, I LOVE being a mom but there was a reality to motherhood also.

After contemplating, and asking God for help with my predicament, I came to the idea that I would get a project that I could work on, no matter how small, that would stay done.  This would release a bit of my tension while nourishing my inner creativity (it sounds good right?!).

Stan and I packed up our firstborn one Saturday and headed down town. I found an embroidery kit on clearance that fit within our little budget and it was a done deal. The picture at the top of this post is that embroidery kit. Some days I would literally only get one stitch done. But that was my lofty goal, at least one stitch a day. When it was ready to frame I did not want it cleaned; the stains are still there to remind me of dragging it around for 2+ years – that’s right it took me TWO years to finish it. But it really fulfilled my need to ‘have something done that stayed done’ and my impatience of adjusting to my new life was so much easier because of that little project.

My picture was, and is, a testament that God does hear and listen to any who will just ask Him in a little faith for help with righteous desires. I had a need, insignificant in the grand scheme of life, yet He knows me so well, that when I could not quite understand and grasp what would help me adjust to my new life, He gave me the answer so I could feel more joy. There is nothing more precious than children coming into our life and our home. It can be, actually I can guarantee that it will a challenge and a drastic change in life; however, there is nothing of higher importance or  has deeper impact for joy and happiness than having a family.

When you have challenges of any sort, get on your knees and pray about it. Your answer may be as simple as mine was. It may be that a person comes to your mind who can give you trusted direction and support. Possibly it is you who will be the answer to give comfort, relief and moral guidance. All the inconveniences, trials, tears and experiences are worth it, because family is love and that is of the most worth.

We delight in, and savor happiness because we  know sorrow.

Copyright Carrie Groneman, A Mother’s Shadow, 2014

Recognize a blessing and be a blessing today.