- There goes I, except for Grace of God.
The list is endless.
- Yes, there goes I, except for Grace of God.
The self enamored.
The power hunger.
The poor in spirit.
Even those with out hope.
- The list is endless.
Originally written: December 9 1998
- There have been so many instances that could have gone
wrong in my life. Is it by luck or happenstance or is
it hard work and a willingness to help others that I am
not in one of these situations? Yet, I know there were
moments when just luck or karma could have a sad
result. Sad and bad things happen to very good people.
- When I see a disadvantaged person my heart goes out to
them. I know I could just as easily be standing where
they are. The way to live is to live for today and with
love. Love for your family and friends helping those
with less and in need.
- I see young people sent to prison for what was considered
mischief when I was a youngster. On Guy Fawkes Night
there was always mischief in the small town and county
where I grew up. Tipping over outhouses, paper
with cow dung lit on fire and doorbell rang, door bell
ringing and leaving. Yet, when eggs thrown at a house
stained the house the house was repainted by the culprits.
Of a small town of 5 streets there were 3 police cars looking
for shenanigans with no success. Yet, New Years
Eve streamers decorated the park trees in the morning
after. We moved away from that small town to a large city
when I was 11 years old. I still like small towns. Oh,
yes I should mention that my dad was the town marshal
and a deputy sheriff of county.
- As a teenager I stepped on a corner of a policeman’s
yard and then walked up the alley to my house. My
friend and I stood in the middle of the alley and talked.
I remember we laughed and joked about something at
the mall. About that time the policeman living on the
corner stepped out into the alley and then went back into
his house. It was about ten minutes later when 2
police cars turned into the alley from opposite ends with
their lights on. It scared us. We ran in opposite directions.
I between houses and out into a large field. About that
time I heard the policemen yell, “Halt or I will shoot.” and
then a pistol shot. I kept on running. Running in fact
out of my shoes. I ran for about 1/2 mile in the dark to
a ditch. There I stayed for an hour. It seemed like
forever. I, then slowly walked home by roundabout way
only to be captured as I approached my home. The first
question I was asked was; “What happened to your shoes?
Do you often go out with just your stockings?”
- I received a very stern lecture from the policeman about
running from them. I was informed about the possible
consequences. My father was not as generous. Yet,
my memory retains one punishment. I had to go the
next day and apologize to the policeman on the corner
whose lawn I stepped on. He was a Lieutenant on the
cities police force. I weeded and mowed his lawn for a
couple weeks. Every time I hated every agonizing
moment of it. Yet, the lesson was emblazoned upon my
memory – Don’t mess with a policeman and don’t run away.
They will catch up to you.
- The sixteen year old neighbor boy ran into trouble with
the same policeman. He squealed his tires turning in
front of his house. The policeman warned him but he
did not pay attention. Within a couple of weeks he lost his
license to traffic violations. The policeman had given his
car’s license number to other policeman who did him a
favor of stopping that car anytime they could spot a
moving violation. When he continued to drive he was
arrested and spent time in jail. When he got out he
was as careful as I was around the neighborhood.
- Yes, I was lucky I did not end up in the boys home or
reformatory as they were called then. My life would have
been very different.