November 2022 Newsletter
NOVEMBER 2022 NEWSLETTER
Robert
Lindenberger
325 3rd Avenue
Mims, Florida 32754
321-368-7184
God is good all
the time; all the time, God is good!
Amen?
Let
me introduce myself to new people and all who have been with me since the
beginning of the Newsletter. I am
Eighty-Seven (87) and homesick for heaven.
I am the baby of a family of eight who is down to three, two sisters and
me. One sister is 100 years young, and
the other sister just turned 90, so you can see I’m still the baby of the
family.
In 2007 I self-published a book, WOUNDED
HEART, HEALED HEART. I Sold some and
gave many copies away. But it was not on
best seller’s list. I call it my baby of
old age, and it died a crib’s death.
(Going to name-drop here). Jerry B.
Jenkins said personally, “It was too soon; you were not ready, and you have a
lot of sorrow to go through to share.”
I thought I would record the bad times and
how God brought me through each one and others, too, and rewrite the book as
WOUNDED HEARTS, HEALED HEARTS. I did
this and had volumes of writing, but I know I can never be published again, and
in the Newsletter, I am going to share some of the things I went through after
writing the book or what would have been in the book.
I would like to start with my working at
Walmart.
Marion was getting worse and in very much pain
because she had a broken back that had been operated on, and they put a rod and
screws in her back which was on the nerve that causes pain, and now she has two
knees that when she walks with bone on bone so you can see it was hard for her
to get around. She could not return to
work, so I went to Walmart and applied and was accepted for a full-time job. I went to work at Walmart. I am 69 years old, but they hired me full-time,
putting merchandise on shelves. I worked
in the automotive section, stocking the shelves with gallons of oil. It was a hard job. When I started, I had a great assistant
supervisor who interviewed me and asked me if I was able to keep up with the
younger people. He also asked if I would like to laugh and
have fun with our family on the night shift. Unbelievably that is the way it was for two
years. I was well-liked and was even the
helper to the new guys that came in. One
night I finished with my pallet and went to help put stuff up in the high rise.
I was reaching up for a box and had to
work it out with my fingers, and finally, it came down, and so did I. It broke
the rotator cuff in my shoulder. It was
so bad they operated the next day. I was
supposed to have six weeks of working compensation, but Walmart made me come
back in four and demoted me to greeter, part-time, and reduced pay. That was the beginning of the end for Marion and
me in Pennsylvania.
Life became a living hell at this time. I could do nothing right, and the assistant supervisor
would follow me around if I were on break and make me go to the lunchroom
instead of walking around the store. Christmas Eve. I was at the exit door and usually saying,
THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING WALMART! I
changed it to; MAY YOU HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS! And I was written up and told you would not
get your incentive this year.
One more incident happened when they were
trying to get me to leave. I got a phone
call from my wife, who was very well shaken. Our little dog, Buddy, had been attacked by a BIG
dog from next door. So, I packed up and
went home to find that the little dog needed care or would die. We took him to the Vet $150.00 bill for the
fixing. One week later, the same thing happened
to the other dog and another $150.00.
Walmart fired me for leaving before finishing my shift.
The following is pure conjecture on my
part of why the turnaround from my supervisors at Walmart. I self-published a book and had a few copies
with me for my buddies from the night shift.
The CEO of Walmart visited our little store in Bethlehem, Pa. He was leaving after touring the store,
speaking to the greeters, and on his way out. He told us we were appreciated, and we saved a
lot of merchandise walking out the door.
He asked us if we had any questions to ask him. I told him I had a published book and would
like Walmart to sell it. He said, “You’re
asking the wrong person. You will have
to talk it over with the sales manager and go from there.” his demeanor changed
from a smile to a stern look on his face as he turned and out the door, he went
talking to all his followers as he left. I conjectured that he told them to make it
rough on me, not fire him, but make it intimidating so that I would leave. He has a conflict of interest; Walmart must be
first from all my employees!
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