Title: Tell Me A Lie Source:
[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Oct 4, 2008 Author:Sammi Jo Post Date:2008-10-04 21:32:20 by Lod Keywords:None Views:658 Comments:12
As one ages, they realize that time is short, not to be wasted, rather to be used wisely to best effect.
As we age, our minds eye becomes paramount. Long ago my much older mentors urged me to use my brain to look over the horizon. For a long time I did not truly understand, now I do, I truly do. They told me that after one has lived a long period of history, they then have a solid foundation that allows them to look over the horizon, to see and understand with a clarity as never before.
They told me that after one has lived a long period of history, they then have a solid foundation that allows them to look over the horizon, to see and understand with a clarity as never before.
My parents, and grandparents, reached that state - I hope that it comes to me soon.
Sometimes, I think that I'm getting there, on some subjects, and then on other day to day stuff, I regress.
It probably depends on how many 'irons in the fire' one has to handle on a day to day basis.
Right now, my little fingers are toasty in a few areas...but that's fine. It let's me know that I'm still alive enough to feel the fire.
It stems from two things, having a firm grasp of ones lived history, coupled with an unbiased appreciation of mankind.
No one can BS us about history we have lived, no writer, historian nor politician, we know what we have lived, unvarnished by others. If we drop our own personal bias as to good or bad, it then becomes much easier to look ahead.
No one can BS us about history we have lived, no writer, historian nor politician, we know what we have lived, unvarnished by others. If we drop our own personal bias as to good or bad, it then becomes much easier to look ahead.
In other words, 'Don't piss on my leg and tell me that it's raining.'
My HS English teacher, Miss Minnie Lee Smith, hammered into our little mush-heads to not use three words, when one would suffice - and she graded accordingly.
Prior to '64, we actually had some decent public schools, and teachers; and they somehow managed to get it done without the benefit of an ISD police force.
In the 1930s, it was pay attention or else. Pull your ear, pull your hair, rap your knuckles with a ruler or smack you aside the head.
Conversely, the teachers did not drink or smoke in the school building, profane language meant instant dismissal.
Last week my last remaining teacher from that era passed on, he was nearly 100. His last name was Ryder and we all called him Red Ryder as he had red hair and per the comic strip. To him kids came first last and always, last of that kind.
When corporal punishment was outlawed (and social worker lady was invented), discipline's death warrant was signed.
Hell, I was halfway scared of most of my teachers, and the punishment that they, or a coach, would bring to my backside. And then when it was reported to my parents, yet again.
It just made more sense, to me anyway, to do right and as well as I could.