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God forbid a young man makes an effort to succeed!
Looked like the young man was sportin' every piece of safety gear apart from a doggone jockstrap.
Years back while on a Wyoming hunt a rancher was telling me about how his Great Great grand father would send his Great grandfather into town (Ten Sleep WY), for supplies. His Great Grandfather was 8 years old at the time and it was a 2 day horseback ride.
I'll bet that jackass reporter couldn't cross the street for a qt of milk.
Kudos to the POTUS for letting that happen. One of the greatest perversities thrust upon society is the concept of adolescence and forcing young folks to delay interest, aptitude, effort and validation all in the name of "safety." If a kid cannot push mow a lawn at 11, he's a useless whelp. And the folks who would discourage a kid his industry and all the spiritual, psychological and physical positive feedback from such endeavors at such an elementary level are repressive ogres.
My dad was a contractor. when kids got summer vacation from school I got to go to work at 7 AM, six days a week. I thought it was vacation when I got to cultivate corn and beans with the tractor instead of driving nails. The school principal would about poop in his pants in the fall when my dad would take me out of school for opening day of deer season. He also took me out of school for a week to to go to Maine, deer hunting. I noticed in Maine they shut down school for the deer opening.
How many young kids can say "I mowed the White House lawn". Then there is that guy that wants to wreck that experience for this kid.
Shows character...both the kid and the President.
Says much in the snowflake globe we are living in today.
That's probably the coolest thing that has ever happened in that kid's life.
I deal with snowflakes like that frequently. One was going all bat-crap crazy because the 5 year old kid was going to be riding on an ATV at the grandparent's farm. I told her that the kid would be sitting on the front of the seat with grandpa, putting around, and thinking he died and went to heaven. And that trying to restrict that would make her look like an idiot. Fortunately, she chose the smarter path.
Owl, very few things have been said as well as your last post. Bravo!
Imagine where we would be as a species or a country if people were all that afraid of being exposed to something as risky as mowing a lawn.
Before I was legal to drive, my dad would hang flyers at his work advertising yard work and clean up services. He'd drop me off at the jobsite, give me a couple of hours, and pick me up. We'd load everything in the truck and haul it to the dump. When I finally got my drivers license he let me use the truck to work on my own. I did that for a number of years and eventually bought that truck from my dad with the money I had earned. Since then I've always enjoyed work. Maybe a little too much!
0bama and his bike helmet set the liberal standard....
I did not possess the luxury of many here with farm fields and fresh air but I learned all about "earning" at a very young age on the streets of S. Philly. I shined shoes in the taprooms on Friday and Saturday nights with my home made box until midnight at 8 years old. The later the better and the more they got "tipped" so did I. Some would throw you a quarter and others a silver dollar. The wise guys were the best, over hearing their stories even better. The guy that wrote this article would commit suicide if he followed us around as children. Hopping freight trains, jumping from the RXR tressels into the coal bins, hopping cars when it snowed and holding on to that bumper until you hit a snow less manhole cover and went flying, climbing roofs at night, scrapping papers and metal, diving for golf balls in the creek at the course and selling them to a guy named ED who would sell them back to the golfers on the 13 th hole....I can't believe I am still here but I would not have traded my youth and those days for anything. You grew up fast, and that much quicker to realize the nature of man. Seems like a dream when I see these kids today holding on to the apron strings at 13.
The Rock
I lived in the heart of suburbia but before I was eleven I was mowing the lawn, thatching lawns, raking leaves and shoveling snow for my neighborhood customers and so were my friends. My favorite activity though was catching blue claw crabs and eels and selling them too. We use to get up at 6:00am and get all our gear together on my front lawn and walk down to the canals about a mile away. Stay there the whole day and then walk home to sell our catch before supper. Those were great times.
My dad would give me 1.00/hr to help him on his crusher operation (actually I was voluntold), I was 11-12 at the time. I learned how to operate a loader. I was the one who had to crawl inside the cone crusher to free up anything jammed in there. Spent a summer poking steel rods and digging bars through holes and crevices to dislodge jams from dropping on the conveyor belt. It was long and ruthless work. I don't remember ever getting a paycheck for that. LOL. Man was I releived when he sold that operation after that summer! I lost most of the skin and a couple of fingernails off of my hands.
My school hired me the next summer to mow and irrigate the football field and yards around the high school and grammar schools. Kids can't do that until they're 18 now a days. Worked a couple of summers working in a gas station when you checked the oil, tires and washed the windows. Changed and repaired tires (even those evil split-rim things that would remove your head if the thing blew off the rim). did oil changes, ran a small fork lift. by the time I was 16 I was working for the Highway dept. doing odd jobs and flagging and general maintenance stuff. Got waivered to operate the small 6 wheel dump trucks on chip seal operations.
Liberals have flat ruined any work ethic that was ever imparted in those of us who were kids in the 60's and 70's and maybe into the 80's a little bit. Pretty freakin sad.
A long-running study has shown that the happiest men are the ones who worked the most when they were kids. This cut across all social and economic groups.
"A long-running study has shown that the happiest men are the ones who worked the most when they were kids."
That would explain all the happy people in Somalia and Pakistan.... ;)
Me and the wife went to a restaurant Saturday morning for breakfast. We set at the counter. There was a young girl working there washing dishes. We both noticed her hat she had on. It was a Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles hat. Well, being intrigued, I asked her how old she was. Seeing as I thought her to be mid 20's and, weird she was wearing a kids hat.
She proceeded to tell us how she had grown up loving the "Turtles". How she had one tattooed on her shoulder, etc.... I was a little stunned. She talked about it the whole time we waited on our food, ate, and set letting it settle. Both of us were a little taken back by the infatuation.
Anyways, as we was leaving, my wife told her to stick with the work. This little restaurant is known for the waitresses, dishwashers, and cooks to make a good amount of money on tips. I'm talking about take home $700-$800 a week because everyone in this town eats there if they can get a table. Real food cooked homemade and, GREAT service to boot. And, everyone is willing to pay to see this little place continue in this world of fast food and big chain restaurants. Anyways, this girl then goes on to tell us she likes to work there. The money was good but, she couldn't handle waiting tables. Said she had tried it about two weeks ago and had a panic attack. What?????? Here was an attractive, intelligent women who 's life was focused on a cartoon, someone who couldn't handle public interaction, and someone who more than likely will be on SSI before she is 30. I just shook my head and walked outside to wait on my wife.
Th parents of this country need a long hard look in the mirror for what they have done to the upcoming younger generations. SMH. God Bless
WV, I understand exactly what you mean. Interactions? My children taunt me constantly to write a book of life on the streets in the mid 50's and 60's in downtown Philly. Many of my friends tell my children about some of our "escapades"when we were young, very young. Not everything of course but some interesting and hair raising but true stories to say the least. No dollar figure on that education that has served me well upon first contact with a prospective client.
The Rock