I have been invited, from time to time, to pontificate on the issue of parenting.
I suppose I receive the requests because people have looked at my children and deemed them to be acceptable human citizens.
I never accept these opportunities.
Why? Because I have no idea how to parent.
Any good parent will tell you that somehow or another, they lucked their way into ending up with decent children. It could have easily gone the other way.
Children are not born bad, but one bout with narcotics can make them look like they are hell’s spawn.
So truthfully, there is really only one bastion for the human spirit. Without this particular quality, everything we do is overwrought, inconsistent, and foolish.
The only hope for the human race is humility.
I don’t care if it’s popular or not; I do not check the polls to find out if it’s favored by the masses.
Whenever I promise to do anything in my life, I always follow it with a disclaimer.
Sometimes I say the old-fashioned, “God willing.”
On other occasions, I warn people that the success of what I allege is dependent on my limited ability.
But human beings, without the bastion of humility, are similar to dogs … who think they own the master’s bed.
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Mr. Kringle’s Tales … 26 Stories ‘Til Christmas
“The best Christmas stories I’ve ever read!”
From the toy shop to the manger, an advent calendar of Christmas stories, beginning on November 30th and ending on Christmas morning.
We need a good Christmas this year.
Mr. Kringle’s Tales will help you make it so.