--Okay, I’ll come right out and say what everybody else is thinking. How does a man get to weigh over one thousand pounds? How does he work if it takes hours and a dozen workers to get him from Providence to Cranston? And, if it takes a crane and a flatbed truck to move him, well, okay I’ll stop there……….. No I won’t. I just have to ask what happens if the guy needs to be rushed to the hospital or something, what it will take and what hospital would be prepared to take him in? It would appear the worst is yet to come for this man. And for the rest of us.
We all know people who are overweight. Heck, I struggle to lose my extra pounds and as I age it gets to be more of a struggle. I get that. And I have friends who are much heavier than I. I also have friends who have had medical procedures which have assisted them in reducing to a much healthier weight, because they cared and tried and asked for help to reduce.
A thousand pounds doesn’t happen overnight. And it seems to me that a man packing that many pounds would have drawn the line long before now if he could have. I mean, if he can’t work and cannot leave the house, he should have the time for exercise that so many of us lack. I just don’t understand how it can go this far, or who pays for all this extra help.
--All recent news headlines aside, I have recently been stricken by how logical and perfect the plans of our Creator appear to be. The occasion was in a local restaurant the Fabulous Denise and I frequent and what we observed was young families with small children.
Raising children these days is largely the same but in some ways different than it has always been. Both the Fabulous One and I were the oldest child of six children, so we got to see what our parents went through while they were going through it. That might account for the fact that we raised a much smaller family ourselves, I don’t know.
As oldest children, we both were assigned tasks to help our parents with the youngest of our siblings. Large families have their own issues to deal with, but small families do, too.
While older children can help with the extra burdens of the youngest in the large families, small families, while they don’t have that kind of built-in help don’t take so many years to raise. And that’s the point of my comments today on this subject. Raising children is for the young.
It is true that the older you are and the more of life you have seen, the more experience and wisdom you can bring to child-rearing. However, by the time you’ve lived long enough to have acquired this wisdom through your own experience, you are generally too tired to raise a family. And this is the blessing of being a grandparent, isn’t it? A grandparent’s child-rearing chores are usually confined to shorter periods of time, often with periods of much needed rest between them. This is how it should be.
As Denise and I watched the young and strong one year old boy wriggle and struggle to remove himself from his father’s lap in the restaurant, it flashed in my mind a time when it was my duty to keep control of our young one when the circumstances required them to be quiet and still and it was not on our child’s “list of things to do” at that time.
It’s not that we couldn’t do it now at our age, we certainly could, but not for 12 to 14 hours a day, every day. I think it would wear us out after a month or so. When we were younger, we had more stamina for the constant work of raising children.
That must be why our great Creator set it up that children are born and raised by the youngest of adults and those young adults are assisted by the older adults of the generation previous. It’s really a perfect plan, I think. And I wonder at perfection………..while I aspire to achieve it in my own life. So far, I’m still aspiring………….
--That's what I think. What do you think? Comments to firstname.lastname@example.org or mail to Dave Richards, WOON Radio, 985 Park Avenue, Woonsocket, RI 02895-6332. Thanks for reading.