Fun Friday Mercy At Home on The Farm

Fourteen year olds can do the darndest things....

My mom and I moved from inner city Miami to my granddaddy's Northeast Georgia working farm. Adjusting from city life to pulling my load on this working farm was tough. I chose milking over other chores. I'd sit on the stool and the rhythmic repetitive motion of milking sent my imaginative mind off to "faraway exotic adventures with the handsome boy of my dreams." Oh, yeah give me milking over the other chores where you have to think.

One late winter afternoon I milked my cow and noticed my deaf grandfather had left his stall door unlocked. I glanced in and saw his cow eating. "Umm....imagine that! I'm usually the one forgetting to lock the stall door," I said out loud while I locked it tight. I hurried up to the house because it had become totally dark and I was frightened out there alone.

I cleaned up and the family asked where Granddaddy was. I shrugged my shoulders with no clue. Finally my uncle went down to the barn to discover Granddaddy was yelling and beating on the door from the inside of the stall. My uncle could be very cruel and abusive in berrating me and my cousin when we messed up. He was yelling at the top of his voice as he neared the house with Granddaddy.

I was overcome with guilt for my stupidity, and I was terrified on what I deserved for punishment. "Oh, I locked my deaf Grandfather in a stall with a cow in the pitch black dark of night." I was sobbing when the door opened. My aunt, my mom and my cousin were pointing their fingers at me and screaming about how stupid I had been. My precious deaf Granddaddy surmised the situation. "Everybody listen to me. This is my house. Kay made a mistake. If she ever does this again I'll handle the punishment. But today she learned she needs to check the stalls before locking them. No one will say or do a thing about this first offense. Now clean up and let's eat supper," Granddaddy saved my neck and showed himself to be the head of his household.

I have been hurt and neglected from male authorities from dad onto many others. When the remembrance of that could hurt me later on, I would recall Granddaddy on that cold dark night having outrageous mercy and protecting me when I deserved anything but that kindness. And I have never locked any door without first checking to be sure no one is in there.

Some of you have teens with their heads in the clouds messing up your day. Hold onto my daydream fog remembrance, and realize you might have an opportunity to impact that teen's life that never fades decades later.

Kay....that was sorta' funny, but I expect a belly roll on this blog on Fridays. Hold on.....I am now showing you some very funny pictures. Drum roll........................Here they are!

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Ahhhh.....so sweet