Ninety Nine Cows & Bobbed Tail Bull I was only five years old and I went to an ole country school in the foot hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Can remember walking everyday we didn’t have school buses back then. Rain sleet or snow you still walked. Can remember topping the hill and in the little crest below lie the old school house. The old rope bell ringing for class to start. Today was a special day we would have a spelling B and who in the first grade could count to a hundred first won the prize. A little scout knife in a leather sheath. I wanted that knife so bad and had practiced counting and had it down perfect. My dad knew my brother was older than me was in the same grade we both were good at counting. My dad said son stand up and say ninety nine cows and a bobbed tail bull makes a hundred. Just what I did and the teacher said smarty pants sit down and my brother went next and won the knife. I received a pencil with a big eraser . I was so sick and felt betrayed. Years went by and recently my brother said when I visited him I have something special I want to give to you. It really don’t belong to me. He placed into my hand the little knife and sheath with pearl handles. I said no pass it down to your son for a keep sake. He said no you would have beaten me. I know if you hadn’t listen to dad that day. This belongs to you my brother and I want you to accept it out of love. Sometimes we are dealt in life a bad hand to see how we will play our cards. Even when playing you lose you don’t let hate take the place of love. We must learn by our mistakes and don’t blame others for what we do in life. I sit and look at it and truly wonder if I would have beaten him and then I realize I probably wouldn’t have. Love works many wonders its a much greater gift than a pearl handled knife. Ninety Nine Cows and a Bobbed Tail Bull. A-Men. Wd40.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 03:37:42 +0000
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