NOT MY PROUDEST MOMENT-----BUT MY BEST OPTION
The statute of limitations is long past---so I can now confess with impunity.
Truth be told---I'm not really ashamed. I was battling a clever and intransigent enemy---who had all the legal legs to stand on. Unless I could topple him---I would lose my inheritance.
Here's the story in a nutshell: My father---ever fearful of lawsuits---put nearly all his assets in someone else's name. Someone he trusted---who then up and died---trapping his assets in a vulnerable limbo. A near relative seemed poised to steal my rightful inheritance. Negotiations failed! (my enemy actually said to me: "I think I've got it all)
My mind whirled some sleepless nights till I hatched a plan of recovery. Soon, I had the money in hand.
Supoenas came from an outraged enemy----I would have to answer in court for my Machiavellian machinations. I will tell the rest of the story in rhyme.
Daddy
Took the Hit for Me
"Daddy
I'm in trouble," I said
As
he lay ill in a nursing bed.
"I
was morally right but legally wrong.
They'll
come and get me before too long.”
"I'll
take the hit," he said to me.
“Send
the cops. I've a plan; you'll see.
I'm
old and sick; my death's at hand.
What
can they do to a dying man?"
I
sent the cops and he explained;
He'd
done the deed; was alone to blame.
It
made him happy to save my bun;
One
last gift to his youngest son.
RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: I'd rather do an illegal thing for the right reason than a legal thing for the wrong reason.
I share the sentiments of William Loyd Garrison: With honorable people I will be honorable ---but when I'm dealing with the dishonorable---I will do whatever it takes. (paraphrased)
And while I'm talking about my father--I'll take this opportunity to share two more short poems that illustrate his thinking.
And while I'm talking about my father--I'll take this opportunity to share two more short poems that illustrate his thinking.
Daddy
Dropped the Charges
Our
store was robbed;
The
thieves quickly caught.
Two
neighborhood boys we knew,
In
jail just two days,
When
my father dropped the charges.
Puzzled
and hot for vengeance,
I
asked him why.
He
said, “Our damage was slight,
A
hundred dollars or so.
And
if they are convicted of a felony,
They’ll
stay in jail awhile and return,
Shamed
and bitter—enemies,
Likewise
their families.
Seizing
opportunities to do us harm.
But
if we let them go, they will feel gratitude,
And
not likely repeat the offense.
We’ll
have made friends with the family.
They
will likely repay the damages,
And
things will work out better.”
It
was the right thing to do.
He
never lectured the boys,
Simply
told the sheriff to release them;
Let
the sheriff explain.
I
marvel now at his farsightedness.
The
boys grew up to work for him.
The
incident was never mentioned.
The
Belt Punch
Daddy
sent me to town for a belt punch
When
our sawmill stopped dead cold.
The
drive belt broke and needed relacing,
But
first it needed new holes.
I
asked at the store, and of several folks;
I
checked with sawyer Bill.
No
one had a belt punch and so
I
returned straightway to the mill.
Daddy
seemed dumbstruck with my tale.
In
clearest oratory,
Said,
“I sent you to town for a belt punch.
What
you brought me back was a story.
“Now
son, I really need that tool.
You
can see we’re in a crunch.
Go
back to town and this time, please
Bring
me back a belt punch.”
It
was as though God spoke to me,
And
I’ve made it a lifelong rule
To
bring results and not excuses.
(I
quickly returned with the tool.)
I can hear your voice while I am reading these poems!
ReplyDeleteHow revealing and insightful, Randy.
ReplyDeleteI dare say that there is not one among us (not just your blog readers, but all human kind) who, if honest with ourselves, can't recall a variety of life incidents that relate, in some way, to all three of your poems.
We all can recall things we are not proud of or even ashamed of. But, what is done is done, it can't be changed. It's carved forever in our history. It may haunt us until our dying day or at least until the day we man up to ourselves.
One step of just about every 12 step program is to make "amends." I guess there are a variety of ways to do that. But, they all start with facing whatever it is, owning it and then forgiving ourselves for being vulnerable to err as humans.
I'm enjoying your revelations and relate to some of the pain you've coped with. Thanks for your courage in revealing your humanity.
Thoughtfully,
Ed
Good for you.
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