Tuesday evening. I stepped out of the drugstore with the PediaCare for which I had just spent my last dollar. Russell Reston had just pulled up to the curb in a spankin' new Olds "98" which still had the dealer-issue temporary cardboard plate in the rear window. Russ exited the vehicle, and we stood visiting a bit there on the sidewalk. Cars, crops, the economy in general; then Russ said, "You teachers got it made. Paycheck every two weeks. You got no idea what 'tough' is. Try bein' a farmer! I didn't make a dime this year. Not a dime!"Sometimes enough is enough.
I said, "Russ, you maintained that beautiful home where you live, heated it, fed your family, bought the seed for next year's crop, and bought a new "98" and you don't have anything left. If I accounted for my income the way you do, I'd have to say I didn't make a dime, either. And it is three days until pay day and I don't have a dime."
© 2010 David W. Lacy
6 comments:
I admire your self-control.
I admire your self-control.
Heh, so nice I had to say it twice, apparently. Sorry about that.
Like beauty, it is all in the eye of the beholder.
This can happen if you don't ever count you blessings.
Bob
Jim-- I'll take it as a compliment; you may say it as often as you like! The thing is, I had to live with these people.
Chuck-- True. Well, we never went hungry, even though we didn't get rich!
Bob-- To often we are abundantly blessed, and grumble anyway. :(
btw, thanks for joining!
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