It was the spring of sixty-five and a high-school junior asked me a favor. He wanted to pedal my bike over to my cousin’s house a mile away with me sitting on the handle bars. I thought it would be great listening to these two old guys talk.
My cousin was doing some homework in his room when we arrived. They chatted, not paying any attention to me because I wasn’t worth bothering with. Then this relative looked at me and asked, “What year will you graduate?” I replied, “1970.” His reply was something in the neighborhood of, “That’s a thousand years from now.”
I had a hard time with that revelation from such an educated and experienced member of the senior class. However, sitting here looking back fifty-six years, I realize an eighteen-year-old really should be careful with his advice.
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Be careful what you say to a kid. He might believe it and become discouraged.
Think about it.
Gary