One Heartbeat at A Time

Moms are so important. I am so thankful for my mom. She passed away May 25th, 1996 and miss her so much. We lost Jans mom about 14 months ago and we miss her. I am so thankful for those moms who are changing the world to be better, one heart beat at a time, as Steven Curtis Chapman wrote in this song. What a awesome reminder and privilege. I would like to thank those moms for the important role they play.

This photo is of my daughter Dawn, Myself, my mom and my Grandma taken in North Dakota probably in 1977.

Here is a photo taken several years ago of my two daughters, my wife, my mother in law and my three special granddaughters. they give me hope that the would can get better one heartbeat at a time.

For you who cannot view video, I like to post something special for mothers. Mom are so special and important- I have been so influenced by women other than my mom- Thanks to those women who put others ahead of themselves and influence the world one heartbeat at a time! It may not be officially mothers day, but I can still  wish you a Happy Mothers Day!

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question.

Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and #$#leburs out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place

God bless the parents who drugged us.