Lessons Learned

I suppose it is important to remember

those things we learned as children.

I have long since forgotten the name of

my teacher who taught me the tables

of multiplication. I must say that 2×4 did

advance me so far. And, admitting I was

wrong may have pleased God who then

allowed me to go on my way. Sin no more,

I tried to obey, but failed to comply with

regular consistency. Looking both ways

before crossing the street proved time and

again to be sound advice. I managed to

survive some would-be tragedies in my

seventy-some years traversing time and

space here on Earth. However, I’d have to

say that sheer luck often came into play,

allowing me to advance in one piece to the

present day. Oh, and then there was that

all-important lesson my father impressed

upon me early on in my formidable years:

“When you’re done with it, put my hammer

back in the toolbox where you found it.” By

the scowl on his face and the tone of his voice,

there was no mistaking, Dad meant business.

I feared he would have surely ended life as I

knew it right then and there had I not obeyed.

I learned, having felt the wrath and stinging
pain of his spankings before.

Chris Hanch 12-9-17