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Growing up on a farm was a great time!

Sure, it was hard work, but it was worth every minute…Dad taught me how to bust land, disk it, section-hare, cultivate, poison, and chop cotton, and pick cotton. We usually had cotton, corn, and sogum molasses.

When I was eight years old, and I was big for my age, dad started me off busting land with mules. That was fun. Later on we got a tractor. A Minnapolis Moline, NO POWER STERRING, wow, was that thing hard to turn.

Also, had to get up at 5am every morning a milk the cows before going to school. Nothing like a cow hitting you early in the morning and knocking you in her excretion..lol..

Dad, hit Normandy D-Day, and as he got older, he withdrew in a shell. We spent many hours in mental institutions, but dad eventually totally withdrew from this life. He had no idea where I even worked growing up. My mom, to make ends meet, worked 7 days a week in a cafe, as she was uneducated, to put food on the table. She left at 5am every morning, worked until 2pm, and went back at 5pm and worked until closing at 9pm. She did this 7 DAYS A WEEK! So, me and my brother would have to get ourselves ready every morning and every evening, no one was there. We kind of raised ourselves. Due to a lack of a father figure, had problems all my life with people that were in authority. Not bad, but had problems in this area. Did work for a major ins. co for 25 years. But, had some tuff times during those years.

After dad was committed, we moved to Oxford Miss. . The rich kids would walk down our street and throw rocks at us. Also, my best friends were the Black people who lived about 15 feet from my back window. We lived in a VERY small apartment and mother paid 28$ a month for rent.

My salvation, started shooting basketball everyday to keep out of trouble. Eventually, became an All-State player and got a scholarship to University of Mississippi, better known as the Ole Miss Rebels.

Up, until I was about 42, had problems with a bad temper. This was probably due to a father not being there and correcting me…But, finally, today I’ve conquered that temper. But, still have problems with people being rude…

Also, never knew what a family was like and this really hurt me with my own family.

Anyway, this was on my mind tonight and just thought I would share this with my friends on help.com.

Also, wrote this to illustrate, no one has an easy time in this life, but it is about how you react to those tuff times…That is what counts…We all have problems, but it is how you react to your situation. You can “cry in your milk,” or pull your boot stings tight and make something out of yourself. Your decision! Don’t blame no one except yourself, if you fail at life.

Goodnite!

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