Whata great story, Phoenix! Hooray for the children!
I think I may have told this story before, but it is a good story with a cheerful moral.
When I was a child the elementary school principal had an unnatural fondness for little girls. I was never pawed, but my sister and some of her friends were encouraged to jump off the elevated stage in the auditorium and the principle would manage to caress their crotches.
Since these were verbal little upper middle class girls the principal's disgusting hobby was hauled halfway out of the closet. We're talking the late '40's and early '50's. No formal action was taken but the news was all over the PTA grapevine and everyone was watching for a relapse.
Several summers later Ol' Fingerin' Sam was cutting his grass with a power mower. Rather than shut the machine off while he dislodged a blockage, he reached in and lost four fingers of his right hand.
Noddy24 wrote:I think I may have told this story before, but it is a good story with a cheerful moral.
When I was a child the elementary school principal had an unnatural fondness for little girls. I was never pawed, but my sister and some of her friends were encouraged to jump off the elevated stage in the auditorium and the principle would manage to caress their crotches.
Since these were verbal little upper middle class girls the principal's disgusting hobby was hauled halfway out of the closet. We're talking the late '40's and early '50's. No formal action was taken but the news was all over the PTA grapevine and everyone was watching for a relapse.
Several summers later Ol' Fingerin' Sam was cutting his grass with a power mower. Rather than shut the machine off while he dislodged a blockage, he reached in and lost four fingers of his right hand.
What goes around comes around. I am always pleased to see karma completed in one's lifetime. What a lovely, unmitigated warning for the then "Fingerless Sam".
When I was younger I volunteered at a retirement/convalescence home a few hours a week.
One day, a new resident was brought in by his wife who
claimed to no longer being able to care for him. He
seemed somewhat disoriented, but otherwise in good health.
I don't remember his age but he was passed 80 years old
and his wife around 40 years old.
First she came every other day to visit, then once a week,
then once a month and then she rather called to check on him
and did not visit at all.
When he was in his early 70s, he had left his wife of 40 years who he had 3 kids with, only to marry this young woman
a few months later. Of course he was quite affluent, even
after the split of community property. He truly thought this
woman was his great love and she reciprocated.
Little did he know, that he would be pushed of to the
rest home a few years later, and his new young wife would
have a good time without him.
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