Living The Hard Way

Willie Warden sat up in bed and yawned. The covers that covered him were old and dirty. Willie didn’t care one bit about whether he slept in filthy conditions, because he had always lived that way. He once had a wife and children who didn’t mind living that way, either. Sarah Jane was a goodhearted woman , but she wasn’t what anyone would call a tidy woman. She awoke in the morning and she got her children ready to go to school by feeding them whatever she could scrounge out of the box that contained handout food from the local food bank. More times than not, it consisted of food that hardly anyone would prefer to eat. The children knew that there was no reason to complain and so they ate the poor fare in an uninterested way and tried to get it over as quickly as they could without drawing too much attention to the fact that they didn’t like the food.

Billy Preston was a little sawed-off runt with dark brown hair and crooked teeth. Sally Ann was almost pretty and had blonde hair and nicer-looking teeth than her brother had. If she had had someone to help her and who was willing to be a mentor to her, she may have even looked quite pretty. But no one was there who cared one way or the other how she or her brother dressed or looked. Sarah had a kind heart in some ways, but she didn’t care one bit about being a neat dresser or cleaning up around the house, so the children never learned to live any differently.

Billy would burp out loud and laugh while eating whatever he ate at the old rickety dining table that was made out of something cheap like particle bard with metal legs attached. The old table was covered with food stains and stains from something else that wasn’t recognizable to anyone who saw it. Sally said it looked like blood stains. Billy Preston figured that it must have been something like grape juice stains. Regardless of what it was, it didn’t make the dining experience any better for the poor family.

Willie would get up in the mornings and he would eat whatever his wife would set before him. He didn’t care much for the food, but he never figured that complaining would do him much good either. After he finished eating, he would walk out the porch of the old house and he would sit on a wooden bench that he had found in the county dump. He would look all around and think about things that he could be doing, but he never got around to doing any of the things that his mind conjured up. “I think I’ll go over to Bixley and see ol’ Jack Jordan about that old tractor that he said he’d sell me.” Dora, his wife, just nodded as if she believed that he was going to go buy the old tractor. But deep down, she knew that Willie never would go to Bixley and bring back that old tractor and he would never fix it up and begin to use it to grow a crop on the old place where they lived. Willie was a talker, but he wasn’t a doer. He had schemed many times before and his schemes all came to naught.

Billy and Sarah walked to school and were ridiculed by other children because they were dressed in old clothes that were in poor condition. But they were smart children and despite the conditions that they had to live their lives in, they both were able to eventually graduate from high school with honors. And they both were accepted into a decent college and they excelled in their studies. Billy became a lawyer and he worked on legislation that concerned how children were treated and the conditions in which they had to live, His sister, Sarah, became a counselor and she counseled many children who had less than idea upbringings. Together, they vowed to change the lives of children who were neglected and mistreated. And they hardly ever visited that terrible old shack of a home that their parents continued to live in. And whenever they did, they could hardly believe that they had lived in such a miserable place.

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Published author of 77 books so far, artist (in acrylics, magic markers, and photography), treasure hunter/metal detectorist, and guitar playing song writer.

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Michael Wendell Mosley

Michael Wendell Mosley

Published author of 77 books so far, artist (in acrylics, magic markers, and photography), treasure hunter/metal detectorist, and guitar playing song writer.

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