Good-“idea”!?
Ole Clyde suffered from a self-chosen (some conclude: purposely-deceived)
dementia of dreaming the “better-life” stirring to volition in some deep,
dark
recess of his psyche; “one”-day, soon---Clyde would run his own business!
Wow!
For a kid who grew up “poor” (Hell! Everybody was “poor” in the time of
his youth),
ole Clyde had within him that special-“spark”-of-ambition! A virtue lost on most.
Many express a “desire” for a better-life;
a few actually act on the impulse.
Reckon! True-enough! That’s why they sell “Lottery”-tickets!---A…Chance!
Takes “little”-effort to buy a dollar “dream”; try “earning” the
price-of-admission!
So? Our ole Clyde did the very best he could with what he had; took all
the overtime
he could muster, built “nice” furniture in his basement at night. Spent
his weekends
at the local “Flea-market” pedaling the designer-pieces. Saved his money!
Wow!
Clyde’s brother, Billy-Bob, laughed at his siblings antics. Opening
another of Clyde’s
beers, his fifth in an hour, Billy-Bob admonished, “Clyde! You’re one
working-fool!”
When “genius”-brother Billy lost his job for being intoxicated while
on-duty which
immediately led to his wife sued for divorce and his own (which he had
often verbally questioned the validity of such assumption) children disowned
him, ole Billy-Bob filed
for bankruptcy. He lost his car and his house---and, family…but, opened
another beer!
When Billy moved into
brother-Clyde’s basement, the furniture-building enterprise
came to an abrupt end as Clyde’s tools disappeared. Oh! Sure enough! The
“stupid”
insurance company paid-off and---dumb as they are…sent Billy away on paid
vacation.
Being resourceful, ole Clyde got a 2nd job working nights at
the local C-store. Voila!
No good deed goes
unpunished!? Ole Clyde refused to gamble; not even a lottery
ticket.
His delayed “Great-dream” still burned in his belly; Clyde was going to
“make-it”! Big!
One night, a little-cutie came I for gas and a soda; she ordered a
Lotto-ticket. When
Clyde totaled her bill, she began crying; she did not have enough money
for the chance.
Nice guy that ole Clyde was, he told the dear-girl not to worry, he’d
take care of it.
Taking too much time showing her verbal-gratitude to the kind man; she
babbled on
until the time to cancel the errant ticket before the drawing ran out.
Clyde was stuck!
Another patron came in to buy a ticket, but the draw-delay had already
commenced.
Yep! Clyde won the “Jackpot”---$27-million with that mistake!...Billy has 5 ½ years to go!
Amen!
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