A lesson learned

I was about 8 or 9 I think when Pops asks me one evening “You know how to play the ‘Trust Game’?”
“Yeah, me and my friends have played it. You mean the one where you stiffen up and fall backwards trusting the guy behind you to break your fall, right?”
“Yeah yeah, that’s the one. Let’s play – I’ll catch you ’cause I weigh about 4 times your scrawny ass.” He got up and walked over to the middle of the living room with hardly a stagger to his gait so I figured sure, why the hell not.
I get in front of him and he says “Anytime you’re ready, son. I’m right here” so I stiffen up, start to tip backwards and watched that sonofabitch step to the side out of the corner of my eye. I hit the ground and was understandably pissed off and he says “Learn a lesson here, Boy?”
“Yessir” I said rubbing the back of my head, “Don’t trust your father?”
“No, but you’re close. The lesson was that the one you least expect it from is the one that’s gonna fuck ya. Think you can remember that?”
“After this? Uh, yeah.” Hey, I wasn’t real stupid.
Pops just grinned and finished his beer.

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3 Responses to A lesson learned

  1. cato1776 says:

    I learned this lesson the hard way.
    Having been in a position to help many people, those I helped and trusted were the ones that were never satisfied and screwed me the most.
    ……..still rubbing my head from the pounding and lawsuits.

  2. Dumbplumber says:

    Righto Cato, the lesson I learned last year was that those that complain the most about local government, are those least likely to show up to complain to those pissing them off.

    In short, you get the government you deserve. Good luck suckus’.

  3. Randy says:

    Ha. Learned the same valuable lesson, the same way, from my dad.

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