The other day I went into a bakery and to get a sandwich for lunch. Asking the lady, she listed the different ones for the day. Choosing a roast beef sandwich I was looking forward to my break.
After parking, getting myself situated for a relaxing lunch, I opened my sandwich – it was thick. Best part about going to a bakery is they make their own bread and it is fresh. So looking in I found a substantial stack of lettuce. Next was a nice layer of tomatoes, next came a layer of red pepper, followed by some onion. It took some digging but I finally found the roast beef.
I examined my nice thick slice of roast beef and wondered just how thick it really was, so I got out, and recovered a ruler from the back which is in centimeters. Holding the edge firmly between my thumb and forefinger, and after putting on my reading glasses I was amazed at the measurement, it was so much more than what I judged it to be. Just goes to show you how your eyes can deceive you. I figured this goes for many things in life. My slice of roast beef measured a whole 1.5 millimeters thick! I judged it was only 1 millimeter thick. Just goes to show you just how wrong a person can be. As I was holding my extra thick slice of roast beef I noticed I could see the sun shining through it. Wow, a guy could make a window out of this stuff I thought, but then it probably need to be the 1 millimeter thick slice instead of the extra thick 1.5 I had. One thing I have always wondered – do they have competitions for just how thin meat can be sliced? If they do, I wonder what a winning slice would be. I am guessing the person who sliced my piece would never get a first place by giving such an extra thick slice.
As I began to re-assemble my sandwich I realized I forgot to order it with no mayo. Here in Denmark I have learned to order it with no mayo because they have the idea “more is better” so usually I receive a sandwich with enough mayo for at least 3 or 4 sandwiches. The other thing I really miss about sandwiches here is no dill pickles. Yea they got their form of pickles, but they are not the same as the dills I was raised with. Much of the time here you get fresh sliced cucumbers, which I do like – they are crispy and taste good.
Anyway as I got my sandwich back together and started to munch down on it. I knew there was roast beef in it because I had physically seen it, but somehow I couldn’t taste it. Suddenly I got a brilliant idea: the next time I go there and order a sandwich I think I will order a lettuce, tomato, onion, pepper sandwich, maybe I will get to taste more meat!


If six months ago anyone would have told me I would be playing pasture pool and enjoying it, I would have called you crazy! And to top it off I am enjoying it so much I am now working hard to find excuses to take in nine holes.
Yea, I’d swung the whacking sticks a couple times. When my brother’s daughter got married, her future husband Tom took us all out for a round on the short grass – it was ok, something different. I also remember playing miniature golf as a kid. It was great with my friends, but never in my life did I think I’d take up the real thing. I also played “combat” golf while deployed in the Balkans(but that’s another story). I partly blame Tabitha and her husband Tom. Besides getting me on the course for his pre-wedding gig, when I’ve been to visit they have taken me to the driving range and I enjoy whacking the little white ball down range. We did the putting thing with Tabitha, her two boys and Traci and her son. Also the fact that Tom’s brother is caddie for Jordan Spieth. When you have some kind of a connection, ever so slim, it does makes things more interesting.
It was this past July I was talking to one of my fellow farriers, also named Tom, he ask me if I wanted join him, I guess he was needing some company. I told him I didn’t have stick, so he said I could use his. So I got started. After a few times using his sticks I decided to go whole hog! Bought my own (left handed to boot) and joined the golf club.
So now I’ve had three lessons and competed in a few practice tournaments. Here in Denmark I got to get around the 9 hole practice course with a score of under 50 three times in a row, take a test on the rules and course ethics, and compete in a minimum of three practice tournaments before I get my “big boy’s card” which lets me go to any golf course to play. I will also have a handicap.
It’s been fun getting round the course. Every time I go around it is different, in fact every hole is different every time. Guess if I could spank that little white ball the same way every time, I might be a little better. The practice course is all par 3, with 2 par 4 holes, but never the less I get lots of practice. I did real good on hole 3 which is a par four – I finally sunk my ball after 12 shots! Lots of practice! On the other hand, hole 2 is a par 3 – I screwed up and made it in two shots once, not too much practice on that hole. Over all it is been great. This past Sunday afternoon I did the practice course tournament in 45 strokes (a par 29 course), but I felt great, it was the best score I ever did.
Come 25 September I am having an operation on my knees, worst part is I won’t get to play for a while. During this time I will use it to get my rules and ethics classes done and work on putting and some chipping as there is not so much stress on the knees.
One thing I do know I will always strive to improve my game and do good, but I don’t think I can ever take it too serious – I’m just having too much fun!!


“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. And the earth was without form and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” We all recognize this from the creation story in the Bible, Genius 1: 1,2. I grew up in the church and learned this from the time I was a very small boy and today my faith is set fast in God, knowing there is something greater than me and some over all purpose for my life, if I choose to listen and follow Him. I remember when a timeline could be set to aging the world and mankind from the Bible: then came the dinosaurs, and how did the Bible explain them?
I have been watching a great couple channels on the boob tube, Discovery and National Geographic. They are fantastic because they present the facts as the researchers have presented them. There are no political debates or sides taken on these programs as far as I have seen. They have shows both on the Bible and those finding things described in the Bible and those who believe strictly in science – letting you make the decision of what to believe.
For me it is very interesting to listen to how science presents the universe and how the worlds began, much of it makes sense as they present it. I am always fascinated by the “big bang” theory and how it explains formation of the universe, stars, worlds and such, but where did it come from? What caused the “big band”? Every program I’ve seen and reading I have done, science cannot explain it or how it happened, it just happened from nothing.
Then it gets into the formation of life. How did life form? Where did it come from? In the programs I’ve seen some say maybe the right things were carried here from comets or such, forming in the oceans and somehow it became alive. Try as they may science and technology cannot create life. Try as they may they have failed. They have tried getting all the right chemicals, elements or whatever together, but nothing happens. The one conclusion I’ve come up with is the more and more science tries to explain the beginning of the universe and life, the more they prove the existence of God.
Sometimes I think we believers get too wrapped around the axle of time. The human concept of time is very limited. It is a proven fact the earth is millions and millions of years old. I also think we tend to put God in our small box of thinking and time, when really there is no concrete explanation of how God created the heavens and earth, just that He did! Maybe He did set things in motion and it took billions of years to happen, yet He did create it and start it in motion. In Sunday school I learned God created everything in seven days. Well I always thought He did this in a week (wow, He really worked some over time). But as I grew up and began to expand my mind and knowledge I then ask myself: what is time, what is a week, what is a day, how long are they really? How do we accept the things we believe but have no proof of?
Hebrews 11:1King James Version (KJV) “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” This is where we Christians live and the root of our faith. If it wasn’t for faith and believing in the Higher Beings of the Trinity, then I’d be lost, probably like many of you.
So the next time you get into a discussion with an evolutionist or scientist let them have their say then ask them how life began. Listen to them and then ask them where the spark of life comes from – to me “it just happened” is no answer – same with the “Big Band”. To me neither just happened, Someone caused it to happen, thus they are proving the existence of God.


In a few days it will be 6 June. Why is it special? – all the military types know and many civilians as well – Operation Overlord, the invasion of Europe.
A few years ago I was privileged to do a Battle Staff Ride to the Normandy Beaches. About a month before going each of us were assigned a unit to research and their part in the battle, drew the 121st Engineers. On the ride over on the bus we watched “The Longest Day”. The next morning we were standing on Omaha beach at day break, I was not prepared for the feelings I felt.
I was standing at the low water mark and looked up the beach. It was almost flat with the dunes and banks rising high above it. My first thought was, “My God, how did these guys have the guts to cross this killing field?” As I slowly walked towards the high ground I began to look: to my left was a firing bunker, but the firing ports weren’t straight forward it was at a 45 degree angle. I looked to my right and saw another one mirroring the effect – then it hit me = interlocking, grazing fire made to kill anything in range! How anyone survived I’ll never know. As I slowly went up, the slit trenches were still there and behind were the mortars. Placed along the beaches were some bigger gun emplacements as well. I learned on the beaches, aiming stakes had been set so the mortar men, machine gunners knew exactly what their ranges were. The entire beach was dialed in. I don’t have to explain the meaning of this to any of my Grunt Brothers, I know the hair on the backs of their necks will rise just thinking of this. The soldiers landed and got bogged down, but then they broke through and we know the rest. You can read this but unless you have walked that battle field you will never understand (unless you’ve been under fire as well).
Once they secured the beached then they got funneled into killing fields of fire again when trying to breach the hedge rows. It was a killer. Walking the roads, seeing the actual remains of foxholes still there, I have no words. The average age of WWII soldiers was 26, so maybe this helped them “suck it up”, draw from within and drive on. They knew they would die, but someone had to.
I have no doubt about the will and intestinal fortitude of our soldiers today, I’ve seen what they have done in Iraq and Afghanistan if let along to do the jobs they are trained to do and not restrained by our political leaders who sit on their soft chairs thousands of miles away.
Sometimes I look at our systems and think we got it all wrong. Our leaders should be military and they should be right out in front leading the men into battle. War has gotten too far away. Yea we think it is something when a guy can sit behind a joy stick in the western U.S. and kill bad guys half away around the world. I wonder how politics would be if war was once again close up and personal? If our elected officials were also required to be out front – There would be no need of term limits for Congressmen then, most would pull out in a flash.
Anyway I want to salute all my Brother Grunts who led the charge across those flat sands into the certain death many received. As I walked the green grass dotted with white stone in the cemetery above the beaches I could only look and read names.
The table is set and I raise my glass – SALUTE!


My Memorial Day is over. Here in Denmark it is no holiday, but my thoughts were upon this subject today as I shod horses.
Many times while traveling on the trains in Germany I have thought many times of what some downed air crews must have thought as they looked over the German country side. Did they see what I was seeing? I was visiting a friend North East of Frankfurt once. One evening we took a walk through town and the local cemetery where I saw three Veteran graves. My friend told me every year on Memorial Day flowers are placed.
I have visited the cemetery at Normandy – a very humbling experience. While on a different Battle Staff ride I visited sites where G.I.s made last stands trying to slow down the German offensive during the Battle of the Bulge. Having to research this Battle I was very humbled to read the battle accounts and then stand on the very ground where the actions happened. I have also communicated with my cousin who was an infantryman during this battle. We had a great talk after I had been there. I told him where I’d been and he knew the area very well. I have another cousin whose husband was a POW in Germany during the war, he was also an infantryman. I feel proud to have talked with both of these great veterans before they passed on – I pay both of them homage as they were up front in the real thick of the action. I think of my family who fought for the union during the Civil war, who served in the “Silent Service”, members of the National Guard, my family veterans who have gone to Valhalla.
As I travel south from my house many times I pass a memorial alongside the road. Once I stopped and read it. It was to an aircrew whose plane crashed during WWII a few hundred meters from the spot – all were killed. Now every time I passed the place I sit in the position of attention and render the crew as snappy salute as I can. I will talk to them, “Good Day Boys, see you on the return.” On the return I will salute them again and give them a , “Take care until the next time”
Since living in Denmark, traveling throughout Europe I have seen battle grounds, grave yards, talked with retired vets (expats) – to me Memorial Day has expanded. After I came home from my war, seeing the death and destruction war causes, I have so much more respect for those vets who preceded me; those who are still in uniform putting their lives on the line for me daily; and for those who are to follow, who will protect and defend the Constitution of The United States of America.
In the political times we have now, one thing is for sure: my Brothers /Sisters – in – Arms have all sworn to do this mission, no matter their political beliefs. My only regret is I have never had the chance to be “home” for a Memorial Day and help place flags on the graves of those who have passed before me.

JACOB DAWSON 1984 – 2017

There is an empty spot in the Dawson family – Jacob, my brother Larry’s son has passed on. Yes it is tough for a parent to see their child go before them, but our family has the blessing and promise of a better life for Jacob from our Lord.
I didn’t know Jacob as well as I did the two girls, but Larry and I talked all the time. Now in death I have learned so much more about Jacob and how truly special he was in his life, the friends he had and how he lived life.
I would see Jacob once in a while visiting Larry & Sue – mostly when they lived in Eagle and later on when visiting them in Prineville, Oregon. The things I remember most about Jacob was his smile, even as a little kid he always had a big smile on his face. I also noticed he loved to play card games and was great at them, along with making pizza.
Larry would tell me of the times he and Jacob would take the horses out and ride. They also went hunting and had great times at this. He also loved to be around his nephews and when the three of them were around Jacob his face really lit up.
Jacob was a guy to himself, in the way it took some doing to really get to know him. But it has only now been after his illness and all the postings made for him did I really learn how extensive his “family” was in Prineville. I can tell the church was the center of his life and doing for others was his main focus.
After Jacob had his stroke, Larry and I were talking. I remember him saying he didn’t know how much a guy could take. I automatically thought about Job. Job was a man with un-shaking faith in God. The devil told God he could make Job denounce Him. God told him go ahead and try, but one thing, he couldn’t take Job’s life. Job’s faith never wavered, Jacob’s faith never did either, even to the end he knew he was in God’s plan and however it played out was what he was going to accept.
I am thankful for Facebook because it was there that Jacob and I finally connected. I found many times he would “like” a post I put up. He even replied to me several times when Tabitha posted he had a part in the local theater. I could tell he really enjoyed this. I am so thankful for finally getting this connection with him.
Yes we all are going to miss Jacob very much, but I feel him is smiling now as he is no longer depended on a machine to live. He would want us to get back to our daily lives and remember the good times with him. Sometimes I feel our sorrows are for ourselves in the fact we don’t hear his voice, see his face, but we need not be. All we have to do is look around at all the thing and people’s lives Jacob touched, and he touched many. I lost my Dad in 1979, yet my Dad is with me every day in the things he did and said. Likewise Jacob will always be with each one of us in the things he did, said and the life he lived.
Jacob – your life was just as long as it was planned. You lived a full life and enjoyed it. You enjoyed helping people and never once did I ever hear you complain about the row you had to hoe. Thank you for being here and blessing our lives. One day we will all be together again – that we know.


This has been the story of my life – the things I want to do or enjoy have always come later in life. I guess through it all I have learned it is never too late to do something.
I wanted to join the army and fly, but 1 December, 1974 put a stop to that – I took a ricochet from a pistol in my right eye ending my flying and delaying my military career until late in life – age 26. By this time most guys have enlisted and completed eight or nine years. When I went to basic training I was called “old man” as I was the oldest in my platoon. Yet even with the late start and not getting to do what I really wanted to do I managed to have a Reserve career spanning over 22 years and I achieved the rank of Sergeants Major and now enjoy a retirement. In a way I felt a little left out as I already had a civilian career under way, but I was privileged to serve my country and contribute as I feel everyone should.
I’d been married and got divorced in 1984. After living in Pasco, Washington for a year, I moved back to Idaho and somehow got into riding saddle bronc. Here I am in my late twenties starting something which is a young man’s game (much younger than me). At my age most rough stock riders are in the second half of their career. I had a ball. I traveled to central Oregon, Northern Nevada, and many rodeos in Idaho. I didn’t make any money, but one thing I can tell you – there is nothing like coming out of the chute on that eight second ride!
I was around 30yrs old when my brother and I took a hunting trip with our horses in to the Salmon River Wilderness area in Central Idaho. While there I got offered a job as a guide and packer. On our way out my brother asked me, “You’re going to take that job aren’t you?” I replied, “You bet, this job has been offered to me and it is one most guys would give their right arm to do. Lots of guys pay to go to guide schools to get a job”. So began another episode in my life – professional guide/packer. I will have to say it was the best time of my life, so good I wrote a book about it.
Low and behold at age 36 I up and move to Denmark, half way around the world. The clincher to my move was there was an Army Reserve Command in Germany so I didn’t have to give up my long range goal of a military retirement. So here I planted roots and started a business as a farrier. Late in life I am beginning all over again. It was hard work and there were also hard times but I stayed with it and soon was able to enjoy a nice life.
My job in the army was infantry, but my war didn’t come until the end of my career. I was in year 19 when I answered the call to war. In 2003 I deployed and wouldn’t get back home for about 14 months. The worst part was I didn’t get to do what I was trained to do. I would have rather been in an infantry unit up front fighting the enemy, yet I ended up in the rear as the Rear G3 Sergeants Major of V Corps, doing a job we combat arms guys always detest, but I did my job to the best of my ability. After I moved up to Baghdad, I made contacts with an infantry platoon and was able to go out on night patrol with one of their squads. It was great, just being one of the guys, not in charge of anything, just taking care of my sector. I was out with these guys every chance I got, at minimum once a week. At age 47 I was finally getting to do what I was trained to do and enjoyed every minute.
So now I reach another late in life challenge – farrier competition. Last year I got talked into going to Las Vegas to attend the final for the World Championship of Blacksmiths. I entered the novice class, at first did I feel stupid – an old guy in this class with a bunch of young farriers, but no one said anything about it. I had a great time. I told a friend of mine I wanted to go back again this coming December so he said he would help me. I am not the best at forging. I can make shoes I need for the horses I work on, but for competition it takes lots of practice, practice. I got problems with my shoulders and arms, but it is fun and I am going to do it. I have just entered another competition in June, so I am pounding iron. Again I am entered in a lower class and will find myself against lots of younger farriers. I am having a good time and figure if I don’t do it now I may not have another chance.
We only go through life one time. If I’d put off things because I was too old, I would have missed out on so many good times in life. Yea, many times it is late in life, but at least I gave it a shot and had fun. After all, what is life if we don’t have some fun?


This morning I was watching National Geographic channel. They have a program called “Brain Games”. In this program they talk a lot about how our brain works and how we think it works – very interesting show. It got me to thinking about the choices I’ve made in life.
The other day I stopped to get a cup of coffee. When I went to pay for it, I noticed some rolls, I could buy one for a price, but I could buy 3 for another price. Well I only wanted two, so told the guy I wanted two. He then said I could get 3 for a better price. I looked at him and said I only want 2. After watching a couple episodes of “Brain Games” I’ve begun to wonder how merchants use our brains to influence us in how we buy things.
When we make a decision is it a snap decision or do we put some thought into it? According to the show, our brain tries to made logical decisions for us when we made snap choice. I don’t understand it all, but I do see the reasoning behind it. When we made a snap choice we then go into the mode of justifying the choice – better price, better deal, we need it, so on and so forth. After a period of time from making a snap choice, do you ever look at the choice and wonder was it the right choice? I have. I wonder, many times if we took a little more time to weigh out our options would we make the choices we do?
I see this with advertising as well. I’ve seen adds about borrowing money, you can get a quick loan approved within minutes, but did you get a chance to read all the fine print posted along with the add – of course not. They make the print small enough and it goes fast enough most normal people have no chance to read it and then some poor sucker gets one of these loans and gets stuck!
I am also a believer in God and if we ask He will help guide us in the choices we make. I am not saying He makes the choices for us, but I wonder if He gives us the little more logic to look at a situation and determine how to tackle the problem, buy the object, do the job? We are creatures of free will and choice. If I said I have made all the right choices in life you all would know I am a liar and blow this off. Of course I have made bad choices. But by making the bad choices I have learned the effects and also learned how to look at a situation much better. I wonder if this is the way God had helped guide me, by expanding my brain, giving me a little more reasoning and deduction of a situation. In my life’s experience I don’t ever remember important choices being done fast, it took some pondering and weighing out what I thought would be the results of my choices.
What is amazing is to look back over time and see how a choice has affects one’s life. I made the choice to become a guide for and outfitter in the Salmon River Wilderness Area in Idaho. It wasn’t a quick choice, I had a horseback ride to think it over, that along with some advice I’d received from an old guy. Putting the two together I made my choice and never been sorry about it.
Looking back over my life there’s been many forks in my road of life and thus far I can say the choices have been pretty good. Yea, I had those learning times where I know not to make choices like those again, but over all things have turned out pretty good.
If I can give you a piece of advice it would be: Keep in touch with God and ask His guidance, He won’t solve all your problems, but He will give you the choices to choose from, let you see things more clearly, it is up to you to make the right choice. If you don’t believe, well take that extra time to think about things. Just remember there are a lot of people out there who want to separate you from your money, influence you to do things, make things, or buy things that will advance their cause no matter the effects it has on you!


I just returned from a great learning experience at the International Hoof Care Summit. The long plane ride home has given me time to reflect about what I had learned and how I thought things could have been better.
I have been shoeing horses for many years, so by this time in my career it is not all the big things which I take in, but it is a multitude of small things, how other farriers do things differently, approaching problems in a different way. Many of us spend our working days alone with horses – other people are around, but not other farriers. Once in a while we might run into another farrier but for me this is seldom, so the chance to interact with other farriers has been a blessing.
The International Hoof Care Summit is a well planned event which has been running now for many years. This year was the third time I have attended. I knew I wanted to go as the learning experience is there. Having the schedule of events sent early gave me a chance to scan the subjects to be covered and choose the classes I wanted to attend. The worst part is you can’t attend them all!
First you have to understand this event is for both farriers and veterinarians. One of the speakers was a very well respected British farrier Simon Curtis who is very high and respected the world over for his work. His presentation was over three days and covered a very interesting subject, but it was also invaded with massive amounts of scientific data – for this kid I hate scientific data. Just give me the end result and the things I need to know and I’m out the door – good to go. I have always been more comfortable when farriers like Danvers Child, Mike Wildenstein, Grant Moon or the such are talking because they don’t use all the scientific BS, they talk at the level us “common” farriers really understand. Great, but are we just standing in our still water pond with no moving water?
You know what – vets were there as well and I can imagine most of them were very interested in all the data, how facts were found and the research behind the subjects. I remember looking around a bit and there were also other farriers who were interested (I guessed) as they ask questions about the data and findings. Yes I was able to wade my way through it, and many times it was only later after I was thinking about the subject the light bulb finally went on in my head. When that happened I finally understood – I’ve learned something!
Afterward on the plane ride home I got to thinking. We as farriers work with vets. Yes they understand our “language” and most of the vets I work with we have no problems. But also the other thing I got to thinking about is: Should I as a farrier bend a bit and try to understand some of the language vets use more than we do – OF COURSE! We farriers are part of a team, owner, vet and farrier. If I as a farrier don’t try to understand some of the language vets use then I am failing on my part to understand the whole picture. Applying this to the Hoof Summit I just attended, would I change any of the presentation? At first I thought yes, they need to keep it simple for us farriers, but now my answer is no, I have learned and expanded my mind into more the realm of the vet. No, I do not or will never consider myself as knowledgeable as a vet, but should I block my learning and not try to understand more their side? By attending events such as this one I have really been in the learning process. I attend things that are a “little” above my level and force myself to understand. The best part is while at the Summit and attending one of these more technical seminars, many times I am sitting next to a farrier who might understand so I can lean over and ask a question and not feel stupid if I don’t understand. After the lecture I can either ask the speaker who I’ve found is very patient with us less knowledgeable ones or talk to a farrier who gets it and get a good explanation. This is the learning process. If we fail to enter realm which we don’t fully understand then we will never expand our minds and learning capabilities are not fully use. Right after the Summit I thought there were some changes I would make, but now – nope, I want to expand my mind.


Looking back over the past year, it has been different. I think a lot of people got surprised at many outcomes.
I really believe if the big money and powers to be had stayed out of the elections, all the riots and bad behaviors we witnessed after Donald Trump won the election would not have come to pass. There’s a lot of information out there which states George Soros paid and supported much of the rioting and anti-Trump violence. Is it true – well you must decide? But much of this didn’t just start yesterday. People’s minds and ideas have been on the change for many years.
I look back to the way I was raised and how the generation after me was raised. When I grew up there were winners and losers. The winners got a reward, the losers got the back seat, they needed to regroup, rethink why they lost, maybe improve themselves, do better. Actually the losers were the winners because in losing they were forced to look into themselves and learn how to be winners.
Now, so I’ve heard there are no winners, no losers. Kids are taught if they lose they still get a reward so they will not be “left out”. What a bunch of bunk! If everyone gets a trophy then what and where is the reason for competition? Why should one excel in what they do – they will get rewarded anyway! Why should one try if there is a reward for just showing up? This attitude has spilled over into the “grownup” world as well.
I bet everyone reading this knows someone who is on some type of social help. In the beginning social help was a good deal, it had real meaning. Now with government running wild, social help is acceptable. I remember growing up, people were embarrassed when coming to the checkout stand to hand over some type of social help to assist paying for food. Today it seems to be a status symbol to be on social help. Today if you can get by on the government’s tab, why should you get a job? The problem with welfare is people get sucked into the trap, then once the government owns you, your mind goes with it, you become a robot, no self esteem, no want, no desire to achieve, progress, a person gets complacent to what is around. Yes, I have been out of a job, I have filed for unemployment on different occasions.
At the time I drew unemployment the total length one could draw for was 6 months. It was ok for the first week or so, but then I had to get out and do something. You see I had worked all my life and I missed it. So I got my butt out and found a job. It wasn’t the best job in the world, but I no longer needed unemployment and I was proud of that. Somehow, someway I have always been able to work, but I have always had that desire, the desire to move forward and not just sit still.
I remember in the 5th grade one day on the play ground with a few other boys. One asked me how much I got for an allowance. I looked at him and ask what an allowance was? He looked shocked and told me it was the money I got for cleaning my room, doing the dishes once in a while, but most of the time he never did anything for the money, it was just given to him. I look shocked at him and replied, “Those are my chores, my responsibility. First if I don’t do those things there is no one else to do them. Second if I don’t do them, then I get in trouble from Dad and Mom. Also if I want something I have to pay for it with the money I earn”. He then ask what I did for money, I then explained I had to make arrangements with my Dad or Mom to do other work around the farm, above and beyond the things I was responsible for. After I grew up and learned the world, I soon figured out the kid who asked me about allowance, who got his money for free is now running our governments.
I guess what it all boils down to is RESPONSIBILITY. So many of the younger generation have failed to learn what responsibility means.