We had a tornado Sunday night. Emergency Management dropped the ball and didn't get the warning out until way late. My friend since high school and his family lived in the damage path. I was worried. I callled. Kept getting the voice mail, leaving messages to call me.
I talked my son into driving me down there. Luckily they just had minor tree damage. I went in the house and the wife and all 3 of the kids still living there are lounging around. I asked "R" if he had recieved a message on the voicemail. No? I asked everyone there who had taken the message. No one fessed up.
Then someone said "We probably thought it wasn't important"!
DingDing! Battle Stations!
"How DARE any of you bags of poop think ANYTHING to do with him is UNIMPORTANT! He has dug this family, each and every one over 14, out of poop piles of they're own making more times than I CAN COUNT!"
I point to the oldest boy. "YOU are headed for a penitentary! Your on house arrest and breaking THOSE rules! CASE CLOSED!". I point to the daughter, next oldest. "YOU are hot on HIS heels for a spot on the Post Office Wall of Shame! CASE CLOSED!" I turned to the wife. "You, YOU, keep trying to give all the money to that church to support starving kids and missonaries in New Jersey, then come home and wreck the freaking house and blame 'R'! He's THE ONLY ONE WHO CLEANS EVERY DAY!" . I turn to the youngest. "Watch your bro and sis, AND DON'T DO A DAMNED THING LIKE THEY DO! Life will be easier. Follow your oldest brother into the Marines. I'm PROUD of him!".
Then I turned to 'R'. "You have worked yourself onto an oxygen bottle and cane for these people. They have rewarded you by pooping all over you. I would have left the lot of them at the Mission, or gone there myself 10 years ago. You deserve better than this $#it. I got a spare bed". I shook his hand and then left.
My son, (all 6'3" 230 pounds of him), had been there through it all. As we drove away he finally said "They won't need the A/C on for a month. You laid the 'Mr. Freeze' on them". Then a little later he said "Now I know what a Marine Drill Sergeant sounds like! Do you realize no one else said a word after you lit in?".
I love 'R' like a brother. I hated pooping on his carpet like that. But I was just fed up with them destroying the man who kept the roof over they're head and food on they're plates and treating him like garbage. He's 5 years younger than me and looks 15 older.
So I probably won't be hearing from any of them soon. "R" will pobably be POed because I said what he should have 'Manned up to' 15 years ago. At least he has 2 boys that made it to manhood with some good values. And maybe they learned something. Self-centered A-Hos they are I doubt it. But I had to do it. I owe 'R' that much.
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