There are times, I just don’t care

Caring was a part of my raising. My family cared if folks were starving.  That meant anywhere in the world. We never wasted food, because folks elsewhere were starving.

On the road, as we were many times,  when there was a wreck. my dad always cared, and he stopped to help.  I don’t remember a time when my parents did not care. Our house was the place folks came when they needed food or clothes, my mom always kept something for folks because she cared. As a kid I thought  it was because she was the pastor’s wife, and she was supposed to do that. But I found out later it was just her nature, she would have said ‘Christian Nature’, but I must say it was her nature, because growing up I saw Christians, whose nature that was not. My family just cared.

Once in my Jr. Hi years, we lived beside the school. I never went to the cafeteria, I jumped the low rock wall and I was home. One year a boy followed me home, TRUE. I went in the back door and he followed me. I sat at the table, he did to. Mom fed us both all year. I did know his name (I don’t now) but I did not know him. I never saw him any time after school. Reckon he thought that was a small school cafeteria? But my mama talked to him and fed him like he was hers. She just cared.

There was no condolence committee at a death in our church (‘til the last one), mama was IT! She would prepare a big meal for the wounded family and dad would load it in the car and deliver it.

Once an over bearing father ran his daughter off from home, she came to live with us for many months. She was a couple years older than Shirl. My folks cared.

But now, I am not sure I care enough.  As a matter of fact some times I don’t care at all. We passed our home church today, there was a huge sign, “FREE SCHOOL SUPPLIES”. They have been raising funds for this for awhile. I could see a couple cars leaving, New Cars, much newer than we drive. (Not all but most were)

We passed a house that is being rented by folks who have just lost their second BIG home to foreclosure. In the drive was a huge new Red double cab truck and a new Audi. Something in me just don’t care.

I knocked on a door Saturday to try to find the man who was drunk and tore down our chain link fence, $1000 in damage. No one would come to the door. We went to the Police Station to try to find out if he had insurance.

As most of you know I cannot hear, so Sherry is stuck with doing the communicating. The final note was, he had retained a lawyer, the lawyer will not let him give the information to the Police. WHAT?

His truck is wrecked, he just moved here from Texas, etc.

I don’t care. He tore down our fence, I want it paid for.

Is that enough? Thanks for stopping by, I do care that you took the time to read this @#$%&^+%%$..

Nite Shipslog

PS:

* Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often.

(For that to be funny you would have to read ‘My Brain is in Pain’s latest entry) 

 

I know, you probably think they could have rented a U-Haul for the price of the duct tape. They don’t care, they are moving! These are moving a family:

These are moving a village:

Reckon the luggage is tagged?