Monday, September 17, 2007

Social Worker and Ragged Lad.

Post 314 - - - - - Monday, 17th September, 2007.

Hello Everyone ~~ Another week has begun so let us
hope it is a good one for us all. It has been quite nice here
today and tonight is expected to get down to -1C (30F)
and will get to about 22C (about 70F). So a late frost is
in store. It will be a nice day after it, and it is shopping
day for me. Have to work out a list for a fortnight, later.

The photo tonight I had on last night for a while but then
it disappeared. It is my Wisteria at the back of the house
taken last year. It will soon look like that again as it is just
coming into bloom.


I can just see my Double Delight Rose behind the Wisteria.

Tonight's story is called "The Social Worker and the Ragged Lad, and
was written by Author Unknown.

Amelia liked to walk the five blocks to work each day. It was
good exercise. In order for her to get to her office, she had to
pass a slum area. She never paid much attention to it. After all,
slums were just part of urban dwelling. The ironical thing was,
she was a social worker and had to deal with the "unfortunates"
of life every day. Only her "cases" were all on the computer screen,
or on paper. It was someone else who had to deal with the real
people.

That is, until she met the ragged wee lad. Even though Amelia had
never seen the lad, he had seen her every day for the past several
months, as she passed his dwelling. He had even followed her to her
office on several occasions. He knew she was the head of the social
services. . . but no one from her office had ever called on him and his
Mom. He liked her voice. He had heard her talking to people, as he
crouched outside her office door. Her voice sounded like that angel
he kept dreaming about.

Day after day, Jackie tried to get the courage to talk to her. He didn't
know her name, of course, but he was sure she could help - - - if
only he could get up the courage to ask her. . . But on this day he
knew he could wait no longer. His mother was very sick, He knew
this kind lady would help him find his father. He desperately needed
to find his dad.

Amelia felt a tug on her sleeve. She pulled her arm away quickly,
looking around to see who it was that was trying to accost her. That
was when she saw the ragged wee lad.

The rest of the story. except for it's conclusion, I want to tell in rhyme.

She locked the door of her office, her mind on the load she had.
At the foot of the long winding staircase, she spotted a ragged wee lad.
She started to go right by him, but he reached out and touched her and said
"Please missus, oh please can you help me? I'm looking real hard for my dad."

His eyes were big as two saucers: his hands looked so cold and so blue.
The counsellor stooped and clasped them. She said, "Sonny, what does
your dad do?"

He shrugged his frail shoulders and answered, "Lady, I ain't got even a clue.
My mama said he upped and left us, before I had even turned two."

The next words he said were heart wrenching: "My mama, you know ain't
too well.
She now is too weak to go workin' , cleanin' rooms at the downtown motel.
This morning the landlord came knockin' and he started to yell:
"You'll have to go find you a new place if you don't soon pay up your bill.

"So I thought, that for my mamma's birthday that I'd like to go find my dad.
I know it would be the best present that my mamma ever has had.
She said she don't want him to come back, but she must, 'cause she's
always so sad."

The lady, whose name was Amelia, said, "Take me now, Son to your home.
Do you have any brothers and sisters, or are you and she there all alone?"

"Just Mama and me," was his answer, since my Daddy took off to roam.
My mama said that;s just what happened, and she told me she's glad
that he's gone.


Amelia smiled down at the small boy, who told her his name was Jack.
He led her down a dark alley, through debris, to a ramshackle shack.

He burst through the door and he shouted, "Hey Mommy, It's me back."
His mother could not even answer. She was choking from a coughing
attack.

The mother soon went to hospital. She knew her life was nearly through.
She said to her boy,"You know Jackie, I know God will look after you.
I prayed to Him this morning: Please show me dear God what to do.
And then you came bursting in, callingg, "I'm back, and I've brought a
friend with me.' "

She reached her hand to Amelia, and said, "Please find a home for my son.
Won't you see that he's loved and protected? Please don't leave him with
just anyone."

Amelia took her hand and she held it. She told her, "Rest assured. It is done.
I've found him a family who wants him. He'll have bothe a Dad and a Mom"

So Jackie went home with Amelia. God had also answered her prayer.
Her husband and she had no children: a house without kids sems so bare.

And now as she leaves for work each evening, it seems she's walking on air.
She knows that at home there;ll be laughter : for Jack and his new Dad
are there.

Ever since Amelia had taken Jackie home,to become her son, she had a
new outlook on life. She took a new interest in the "cases" that came
into her office each day. They were no longer merely names on her
computer or paper.
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Joke time folks. - - - -
The first one comes from my friend Warren so Thanks Mate.

Everybody who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Spot"
So I call mine "Sex" Now Sex has been very embarrassing to me.

When I went to City Hall to renew the dog's liccnse. I told the
clerk that I would like a license for Sex.
. . .He said, "I would like to have one too !"
, , , Then I said, "But she is a dog !"
, , , He said he didn't care what she looked like.
, , , I said, "You don't understand . . . I have had Sex since I was
nine years old.
. . . He replied, "You must have been a strong boy."

. . . When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would
like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after
the wedding was over.
. . . I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole
world revolves around Sex."

. . . He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and he
would not maarry us in his church.
. . . I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding.
. . . The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace,
My family is barred from the church from then on.

When my wife and I went on our honeymoon, I took the dog
with me. When we checked into the motel, I told the clerk that I
wanted a room for me and my wife and a special room for Sex.
. . . He said that every room in the motel is a place for sex.
. . . I said, "You don't understand . . .Sex keeps me awake at night."
. . . The clerk said, "Me too !"

One day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began,
the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just
looking around. I told him that I was going to have Sex in the contest.
. . . He said that I should have sold my own tickets.
. . . You don't understand," I said, "I hoped to have Sex on TV."
. . . He called me a show off.

When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody
of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married but
Sex left me after I was married."
. . . The Judge said, "Me too !"

Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over for her.
A cop came over and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 am.
I said, "I'm looking for Sex." - - My case comes up next Thursday.

Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damn
troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw.

. . . Why just the other day when I went for my first session with the
psychiatrist, she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?"
. . . I replied, " Sex has been my best friend all my life but now it has
left me forever. I couldn't live any longer, so lonely."
. . . The doctor said, " Look mister, you should understand that sex isn't
a man's best friend, so get yourself a dog !!"
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A pirate walked inro a bar and the bartender said, " Hey I haven't seen
you for awhile. What happened. You look terrible."

"What do you mean ? I feel fine", said the pirate.
"What about the wooden leg ?" You didn't have that before."

"Well we were in battle and I got hit by a canon ball, but I'm fine now.
"Well, what about the hook. What happened to your hand?"

"We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got intoa sword
fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted with a hook, but I'm fine."

"What about the eye patch ?
"Oh one day, we were at sea and a flock of birds flew over, and I
looked up and one of them pooped in my eye."

"You're kidding," said the bartender. "But surely you couldn't
lose an eye just from a little bird poop?"

"It was my first day with the hook !!"
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A small boy is sent to bed by his father.
Five minutes later, "Daaaad."
"What ?" "I'm thirsty, can you bring me a drink?"
"No, you had your chance before lights out."

Five minutes later : "Daaad" "WHAT ?"

"I'm THIRSTY. Can I have drink of water?"
"I told you, NO. If you ask again, I will have to spank you."

Five minutes later : "Daaad." "WHAT NOW?"
"When you comee in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water ?"
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A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, " I'm
Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter. Her mother told her this was
wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown.:

The Vicar spoke to her at Sunday School and said, :Aren't you
Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter ?"

She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not !!"
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An elderly man walks into the confessional. The following
conversation ensues :

Man : I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years,
many grandchildren and great grandchildren. Yesterday, I
picked up two college girls, hitchhiking., We went to a motel
where I had sex with each of them, three times."

Priest : "Are you sorry for your sins ?"

Man : "What sins ?"

Priest : "What kind of a Catholic are you ?"

Man : "I'm Jewish."

Priest : " Why are you telling me this ?"

Man : I'm 92 years old. I am telling everybody !!"
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A few quotes - - - -

Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished.
If you're alive, it isn't. - - - Richard Bach.

I hope life is not a big joke, because I don't get it. - -Jack Handey.

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you
left open. - - - John Barrymore.

I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to
pleasure. - - - John D. Rockefeller.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell,
and a hell of Heaven. - - - - John Milton.

Well folks, time to make up that shopping list, so till next time,
Take care and have a great week. Love and best wishes to you all.
Cheers, Merle.

Post 314 - - - - Monday, 17th September, 2007.
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9 comments:

Ava said...

Great post again! You do it every single time!!!!!

LZ Blogger said...

Merle ~ The roses YES! But what about that GORGEOUS Wisteria? WOW! VERY NICE!!! ~ jb///

JunieRose2005 said...

I just LOVE Wisteria! :) Hope yours does well this time for you!

And mine too! :) Mine will bloom about -April I think.

Lee said...

Wonderful wisteria. Great post, as usual, Merle. I hope you got that list written out...don't forget the ice-cream! ;)

Janice said...

Hi Merle,

The social worker story really touched me, and I loved the jokes too.

We just had a scottish high land games last weekened and it reminded me of a joke; the Irish played a joke on the scotts by giving them the bag pipe, but the scotts still haven't figured out the punch line. I know I don't get it either.

Later Janice~

PEA said...

Hello dear Merle:-)

Your wisteria from last year looked just gorgeous and I can well imagine how much you're looking forward to it looking like that again this year! We had frost yesterday morning and the Impatiens and Coleus in my faerie garden got touched by it. I had to remove them all today as they were all black and limp, poor things. It figures, though, that the rest of the week is supposed to be mild!

I so loved the Social Worker story, makes you want it to be a real story!! Oh dear, that Dog named Sex story had me in hysterics, that was soooo funny!! I can imagine the trouble a name like that could lead you into! LOL

Take care of yourself my friend! xoxo

Lucy Stern said...

I liked the story of the social worker and the little boy Jack. Sometimes we walk with blinders on and we don't see what is going on around us. Luckly the little boy tugged on her sleeve and she willingly helped him. The moms prayer was answered and her son had a new home. I don't think we realize the power of prayer...

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

As a soft-hearted social worker going back some 35 years, I might have done the same thing. However, I also know that I—no one—cannot take into our homes all of the children in the world who are in need. We can, however, take them into our hearts.

Renie Burghardt said...

Dear Merle,

I so enjoyed visiting your uplifting, ispirational blog. It has been a pleasure to view and read, and, of course, chuckle at the jokes. Just wanted to say "Hi," and keep up the great work. You have another fan now!

Fond regards,

Renie