Life’s Lesson; Every story has a moral to it.
My 6 year old son, Anakin, had a substitute teacher the other day and she gave the class an assignment to tell a story with a moral to it.
Little Nicole told of the time that she found a wallet with some money in it and returned it. The man was so grateful that his credit cards had not been used or that he did not have to wait on line at the illegal immigrant id card line, aka, the DMV, that he gave Nicole the money that was in the wallet. The moral to the story was that if you do nice things for people, people will do nice things for you.
Taylor shared with the class the time that he and his boy scout troop cleaned up a park in their neighborhood. Although the troop received no money, for the project, the hard work and pride received from making their neighborhood a better place was worth it.
Anakin was next up and had to think for a while. A story with a moral? The teacher told Anakin that the moral is anything someone learns from the experience. Anakin stood up and told his substitute teacher about his dad, the Mercenary in Iraq. The substitute teacher does not know about me or what I do, so it was a bit of a surprise. Anakin began to tell the class about a mission of mine to Camp Taji. “The military is not allowed to drink alcohol in Iraq, so dad buys rum at a local shop and uses it to trade the military for supplies that he needs. One day, on the road to Taji, the convoy was ambushed. The lead car was hit by an IED and three of dad’s friends were killed. The rest of the convoy jumped out of the cars and began to fight, but dad took a few seconds to get in the game. Dad reached over the seat, grabbed the bottle of rum and popped the tab on a warm coke. He guzzled as much as he could in 15 seconds, put the cap back on the bottle, grabbed his M-4 and jumped out of the armored Tahoe. Dad saw three Hajji’s and killed all three with his first clip. Heads exploded, bodies were torn up, and screaming was all over the place. While reloading, two more rag heads jumped out from behind the HESCOS. Dad grabbed his bayonet and began chopping and stabbing them. The bayonet stuck in the ribs of the last guy, and with all the blood on the knife, his hands were slipping and he couldn’t remove it from the terrorist’s body. When Dad saw a third guy running away, dad grabbed him with his bare hands. Dad gave Hizmom a knee strike to the hummus, and strangled the life out of him. The team got back in the good vehicles, and the mission to Taji was completed.”
There was silence in the classroom. Little Nicole was crying, and Taylor had wet himself. The substitute teacher was in shock. She knew she had to regain control of the class, and forced herself to ask Anakin the question…”Good God Anakin, what is the moral to that story?” Now Anakin was puzzled as he thought it was obvious. “Mam, you don’t F%$^ with Dad when he’s drunk.”
Every story has a moral to it.
Don’t be French.
Little Nicole told of the time that she found a wallet with some money in it and returned it. The man was so grateful that his credit cards had not been used or that he did not have to wait on line at the illegal immigrant id card line, aka, the DMV, that he gave Nicole the money that was in the wallet. The moral to the story was that if you do nice things for people, people will do nice things for you.
Taylor shared with the class the time that he and his boy scout troop cleaned up a park in their neighborhood. Although the troop received no money, for the project, the hard work and pride received from making their neighborhood a better place was worth it.
Anakin was next up and had to think for a while. A story with a moral? The teacher told Anakin that the moral is anything someone learns from the experience. Anakin stood up and told his substitute teacher about his dad, the Mercenary in Iraq. The substitute teacher does not know about me or what I do, so it was a bit of a surprise. Anakin began to tell the class about a mission of mine to Camp Taji. “The military is not allowed to drink alcohol in Iraq, so dad buys rum at a local shop and uses it to trade the military for supplies that he needs. One day, on the road to Taji, the convoy was ambushed. The lead car was hit by an IED and three of dad’s friends were killed. The rest of the convoy jumped out of the cars and began to fight, but dad took a few seconds to get in the game. Dad reached over the seat, grabbed the bottle of rum and popped the tab on a warm coke. He guzzled as much as he could in 15 seconds, put the cap back on the bottle, grabbed his M-4 and jumped out of the armored Tahoe. Dad saw three Hajji’s and killed all three with his first clip. Heads exploded, bodies were torn up, and screaming was all over the place. While reloading, two more rag heads jumped out from behind the HESCOS. Dad grabbed his bayonet and began chopping and stabbing them. The bayonet stuck in the ribs of the last guy, and with all the blood on the knife, his hands were slipping and he couldn’t remove it from the terrorist’s body. When Dad saw a third guy running away, dad grabbed him with his bare hands. Dad gave Hizmom a knee strike to the hummus, and strangled the life out of him. The team got back in the good vehicles, and the mission to Taji was completed.”
There was silence in the classroom. Little Nicole was crying, and Taylor had wet himself. The substitute teacher was in shock. She knew she had to regain control of the class, and forced herself to ask Anakin the question…”Good God Anakin, what is the moral to that story?” Now Anakin was puzzled as he thought it was obvious. “Mam, you don’t F%$^ with Dad when he’s drunk.”
Every story has a moral to it.
Don’t be French.
posted at 6:27 AM
1 Comments:
Okay Jay, while it may have taken the teacher by surprise, I salute your young son in presenting a real world story. The punchline may be a problem for some, but if it is, I challenge those same people to walk a mile in your shoes. Salute to you Jay, and god speed on the PSD kilt.
RJI (KCW from XMTS)
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