Aunt Sadie’s Ponderings — A flower can grow, even in a pile of shit.

I know you’ve all heard the stories. About that duck that was so ugly no one would even give it the time of day. So it swam out across Bailey’s pond and hid in the tall grass on the other side. Til it got all growed up and turned into a beautiful swan. Or how bout the one where you don’t know what’s in the book by just looking at the pictures on the outside.

Well I’m here to tell you that’s how life really is. There just ain’t no way of knowing how things are going to turn out until they do. Take Elmer Morgan, when we was little, man that boy was as dumb as a turd in the bottom of the outhouse hole. He couln’t tell you what 1+1 was even if it was drawn on the back of his hand. Matter of fact, if you took his whole family, they still couldn’t come up with the answer. That’s why they never had a scrap of anything their whole lives.

I recall once, in 5th grade class, our teacher Mr. Landon took a paddle to Elmer so hard he cracked it in half. Elmer just looked up at him with his ‘I don’t even know what day it is stare.’

Well, to make a long story short, bout the time Elmore hit the 7th grade, seemed everything changed for him. I think it had a lot to do with him being so smitten with my sister Eunice. She latched on to that boy and popped his head right out of his ass for sure.

Anyway, like I said, to make a long story short, Elmore went off to college and come back home all duded up like he owned the world. Now he’s the mayor and owns half the town. Him and Eunice got hitched and now they have 8 youngens. I love em all to death but I swear on a stack of bibles, that every single one of them is as dumb as a box of rocks.

Just goes to show you, that every now and again, a flower can grow even from a pile of shit.

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