"To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.”
President Abraham Lincoln
|I went to a 4-H
demonstration day in Burney last Saturday and it was so refreshing.
I am forever railing about the people who wander up and down my street at all time of the day and night, going to the house on the end of the block and coming back a few moments later.
Others, high on whatever, or off their meds ,wander the street waving their arms and dressed in t-shirts in frigid weather. Not to hard to tell that they are on something other than aspirin.
For the most part they are dirty, sloppily dressed, unkempt and not someone you’d want to get close enough to smell.
But there are those refreshing times, times too often overlooked or missed entirely - those times when I get to see the top 20-30% of the other side of the coin, the young people who will make our futures bright.
Every-once-in-awhile I have the privelege of going to a 4-H or FFA or Scouting event and see what our leaders of tomorrow really look and act like and it is impressive.
Those young people don’t glare at the adults. They are neat, clean, well mannered, intelligent beyond their years, confident and sure of themselves.
I’m equally impressed to see the adults that are there helping, teaching and guiding them.
True, I know some mighty fine young folks that aren’t exposed to a lot of adult involvement, but it is so much easier for those who have it.
I just want to say thank you to the kids who think enough of themselves and their futures to open themselves to the opportunities that will make them successful and to the adults who bend over backwards to guide them. You are what our society and our future is all about.
sounded mad and I was sure someone was going to be fired. He was a gruff
guy and I was intimidated... |
It was my first night of work and I was nervous. I was delivering pizzas in a college town. This wouldn’t be that bad in today’s world, but 1986 it was a different story. There were no cell phones, no GPS...only a big map on the wall and an address in hand.
Pizzas to be delivered were put in an insulated carrying case. This pizza parlor featured the giant sized party pizza. At the time I drove a 2-seater Honda and the party pizza barely fit in the back of my car.
It actually turned out to be a great job. I made an hourly wage plus $2 per pizza delivered for gas and any tips. On a weekend night, driving a car that got 40 miles per gallon, I made pretty good wages for a college kid. We mostly delivered to families, because the pizzas were a little more expensive. There were the occasional college student deliveries. These were not my preference, since the college kids didn’t tip too well.
So back to the mad boss...
“Who did this?” he hollered. I looked over and wondered what he was talking about. As I caught a glimpse of what he was talking about, I knew my first night would be my last. “Who stood this party pizza on it’s side?” Oh boy, it was me! I had sat it down and it didn’t even dawn on me that a pizza stood on it’s side would slide to the bottom of the box. Pizzas need to be kept flat!
I was just about to take the blame, as it was my rookie mistake. Before I could get the words out, one of the other employees said, “Oh sorry Hector, that was me, it won’t happen again.” The boss grumbled and instructed a new one to be made.
I thanked the other employee...He said, “No problem, we get to eat this pizza now. Just remember, pizzas don’t have legs!”