You just never know Craig (Gus) Brady Gus sent this to me, and I thought it was so good that it should be posted in the "editorial" section for us all to read... Thanks Gus
When I was younger and at the point in my life when I was beginning to read with some fluency I came across a letter my mother had written to my grandmother. It detailed what a terrible child I was, and how my family was thinking about putting me up for adoption. As the meaning of the words sunk into my brain my eyes filled with tears and it was difficult to read. I sat for the longest time dropping teardrop after teardrop on the pages. My mother caught me with the letter in my hands. I don’t even remember trying to hide the fact that I had read it. She snatched the pages up and stood there reading them again quietly to herself. Then she picked me up in her big German arms and hugged me and told me not to worry. She set me on a kitchen chair and called for my brother and sisters to come into the room. They soon saw what had unfolded as mom showed them the letter. My oldest sister of high school years began a fiery spew of angry words and rhetoric at my mother’s letter that would have normally brought out the worst in mom’s German heritage. My brother stood there wide-eyed with his mouth open in astonishment that gradually gave way to a smirky smile. Mom ignored him also. My second sister kept her hands folded in front of her. Her eyes were wide open but they never cast a glance at the paper, only mom. She seemed ready to bolt from the room at any moment. Mom didn’t give her the chance. In one microsecond my mother descended upon that sibling with a speed and ferocity that even halted the verbal assault of my eldest sister in amazement. They all followed mom out of the kitchen with my second sister hitting every third step on the ground as mom levitated her by one arm. As you have probably guessed the letter was a fraud. The author’s butt, belonging to my second sister, received the full effect of milk maiden’s hand. (We lived on a farm and mom milked the cows) This is only part of the story.
In this story is a lesson for all who participate in forums on this site, or any “fact” stated in today’s internet media. We either must question every author or accept what we read for what it is; a written word. We are conditioned from childhood that the written word is true. We have always trusted the publisher to verify the work that they are printing. Now there is no verification, or can there be. This is a public forum. A coffee shop in print if you will. You must always remember to read anything in this new media (internet) with a critical eye. Deception is too easy here.
Whatever reaction you had to the little bit of history I told you about my life and my sister’s letter to me; it was false. It never happened. It was just a story. As Paul Harvey would say,” And now you know the rest of the story.”
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