Dave
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This weekend I helped a family from church move. He recently had a kidney removed and was unable to do much. So they put the word out at church that they needed a hand. There was 4 adult men, 5 or 6 women, 2 college age young men, and about assorted 8 teenage kids showed up to help. It actually went fairly quick and smooth. I was the second person to show up at their old house at 9:00 AM and one of the last to leave at 3:00 PM. What I witnessed made me both sad and proud. The two college age guys were great help. There was a high school age girl who dove right in and was even looking for the heaviest boxes. I was pretty pleased of these young people. Someone had taught them how to work. They didn't stand around, they dove in and got the job done. Then there was the two kids of the people we were moving...... A son and a daughter. A high school junior and senior respectively. And the boy friend of the girl. They did squat. In fact the son was worse than no help. He stood around talking at the people trying to work and was in the way most of the time. At one point someone asked this kid where something went. His reply was, "how would I know I just live here." I so wanted to say, well if you live here how about helping some of these people who are giving up their Saturday to help your family. I sure could tell the difference in the way these kids were raised.
The kids who helped have a bright future. The kids of the family we moved....... not so much.
The kids who helped have a bright future. The kids of the family we moved....... not so much.