Posted by LcJ |
Jun 30, 2012 @ 09:01 AM | 3,839 Views
Posted this a few years ago and couldn't find it. Posted it again and this is what was posted.
In 1973 or so in McComb, MS, a Cub Scout Leader took his pack on a 5 mile hike. He asked if I would help. It was a hot day and McComb has some rolling hills. At the end of the hike there was a long hill. A fat little cub who reminded myself of me when I was his age as the Leader to carry him up the hill. Looking down at the boy he said, "If I tried to carry you up that hill neither one of us would make it. Tell you what, let's walk up the hill together and when you need help I will give you a hand, but when I need help you can do the same for me." The little boy smile and we all started up the hill together. I think one time the little guy grabbed a hand, but just for a few steps and then he was back on his on.
This story really happened and is an illustration of how you help someone and let allow them the joy of knowing they didn't it on their on with only a little help. Being carried up the hill would have taught the by nothing. But what he learned was that at times he needed to be available to be called on for help.
In this country at this time we have confused a helping hand with being carried. There is a difference and one is charity and the other is enabling which is a sickness twice. It is a sickness for the enabler and the enabled and they feed off each other. As long as it just involves the two it is tolerable but when the enabler decides everyone else should help them complete the task is when it becomes a societal problem.
Government can never replace the value of personal charity and it is joyfully and freely given, not demanded.
Posted by LcJ |
Nov 05, 2011 @ 05:20 AM | 3,703 Views
My first venture into RC was in about 1969 with a Testors' .049 Apache or Skyhawk with a pulse R/C system (galloping ghost). Never could get the motor to work long enough for a flight. Took it back to the Hobby Shop and got a refund. It was also my first Credit Card Purchase and refund.
Then in about 1980 I tried again with another .049. It was a two channel RTF high wing Styrofoam Cessna Centurion that I bought second hand. Fast and must have crashed 50 times or more. Never really was successful but I kept trying. That year the wife went of to get her Master's and so I needed something to do. It was a Goldberg Eaglet with a Futaba 4 channel and an HB .15 that never worked. I mean never. Got an OS .25 and with that and a lot of mishaps, learned to fly. I went nuts. Remember crashing it straight in from about 120 feet. Throttle stuck and elevator horn pulled loose. Put all the pieces in a box and flew again the next Saturday. Later the Engine flew out of the plane and lived in a soybean field for over a year. When it was found, by accident, it would still run and is still running today with a friend who is in gas. Got into building, flying, selling and building another. Had about six airplanes and then the hips started giving me real trouble and got out in about 82 for a long time. Sold off all my planes. My two favorites were the Great Planes Super Sportster .40. It was yellow and a dream to fly. It didn't want to land and just floated down. A friend...Continue Reading