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Cherokee Legend

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youths' rite of passage?

His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it.

He cannot cry out for help to anyone.

Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.

He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.  The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him . Maybe even some human might do him harm.  The wind blows the grass and earth, and shakes his stump, but he sits stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he could become a man!


Finally, after a horrific night the sun appears and he removes his blindfold. 

 

It is then that he discovers his father sitting on the stump next to him.

He has been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.

 
We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it God is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us.  When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him. 

 

Moral of the story: 

Just because you can't see God,

Doesn't mean He is not there

"For we walk by faith, not by sight."

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Black and White TV

Think ya'll will enjoy this...

  Black and White TV

(Under age 45? You won't understand.)

 

You could hardly see for all the snow,

 

Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

 

 

'Good Night, David.

Good Night, Chet.'

 

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

 

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not
in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting E.coli.

 

Almost all of us would

Have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

 

We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion
soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

 

Flunking gym was not an option... Even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

 

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

 

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? 

Ours wore a hat and everything.

 

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something 

before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

 

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

 

Oh yeah... And where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? 

I could have been killed!

 

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids
liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.

 

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $99 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving
a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

 

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either; because if we did we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.

 

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off.

  Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.

Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a jerk. 

It was a neighborhood run amuck.

 

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.

 

How could we possibly have known that?

 

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes.

 

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even

notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

 

How did we ever survive?

 

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA; 

AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T, 

SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. 

I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING!

 

Remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best.