Whitesburg KY
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How do you want to be remembered?

As I sit here thinking of things which I have seen over the years, I realize just how unpredictable life can be.

As I near the end of life’s journey, I think of all the things I missed out on as I grew older. Things which didn’t seem important at the time, but came back to haunt me later in life.

I dropped out of school after I finished my freshman year and joined the Army. After six years I decided I’d had enough of seeing the world, but while in there I earned my GED.

I have always been able to find a job of some sort, even if it didn’t pay the best.

Back then there was no such thing as illegal drugs, and no such thing as ‘pot.’ The only pot I ever heard mentioned was the thunder mug which was brought into the house at night and emptied into the outhouse the next morning.

Drugs were settlings in a pail of water from the spring or well.

If youngsters back when I was growing up had opportunities that exist today minus all of the devil’s pleasures, we would be living in an entirely different society.

Even with all the opportunities of today, our young people are still dropping out of school to join the deadbeat society.

It seems as though all a good many of our young people want is a few pills to get spaced out, or a little loco weed to smoke.

And I do mean loco, or idiot weed, or whatever else you want to call it. And I’m not talking about the loco weed that will kill livestock either.

The Appalachian people are some of the most resourceful people in the nation, and should be a proud lot, but our pride is being eroded by the bitterness of drugs and alcohol.

I sure didn’t miss out on anything when I missed out on these pleasures of the devil in my younger years, but I missed out on a lot of other important things because the opportunity simply wasn’t there.

I got my college degree in law enforcement at the age of 57, but think what it would have meant to me in my younger years.

Someday my grandchildren may look at the plaques on the wall and say, ‘look what my crazy old Papaw did,’ but I hope they will add to the collection too.

I hope to be remembered for what I did, instead of what I didn’t do in life.

What do you want to be remembered for? A dropout, a quitter, a drug addict, or maybe a thief who stole to support your habit?

Think about it while you can still think.

And that’s all from the funny farm until next time.

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