SlagleRock's Slaughterhouse
Don't be a fool and die for your country. Let the other sonofabitch die for his.
-- General George S. Patton

June 20, 2005

Children Learn What They Live

I got this joke from an Air Force Reserve Combat Arms Instructor...

Here’s a truly heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little girl and some construction workers that makes you believe that we CAN make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time...

A young family moved into a house, next door to a vacant lot.

One day a construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot. The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers. Eventually the construction crew, all of them diamonds-in-the-rough, more or less adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important. At the end of their first week they even presented her with a pay envelope containing a couple of dollars.

The little girl took this home to her mother who said all the appropriate words of admiration and suggested that they take the two dollar "pay" she had received to the bank the next day to start a savings account. When they got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age. The girl proudly replied "I worked last week with the crew building the house next door to us." "My goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you be working on the house again next week, too?" The little girl replied, "I will if those assholes at the Home Depot ever deliver the fucking sheet rock"....

Kind of brings a tear to the eye doesn't it?

superman s.giflagleRock Out!





Posted by SlagleRock at June 20, 2005 08:05 AM
Comments

Love it, reminds me of....me.

Posted by: Jack at June 20, 2005 10:29 AM

I'm glad that there are other families out there (even if they are just families in stories) whose kids haul out with this kind of stuff.

My son "give the finger". His dad taught him. Now, it's his index finger, not his middle one... but hubby's co-workers are endlessly entertained by it.

Posted by: airforcewife at June 22, 2005 08:15 PM
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