Letter from Langdon: Ryan
March 31, 2008
Homework in St. Paul, Minnesota, "without any footdragging or complaining" Photo: Sharyn Morrow Ryan R.R. Oswald A dirty cap pulled down too far, toes of shoes that are turned askew, Serious eyes that shine like stars- “PaPa, are you proud of me?”Dirty fingers, soiled knees, a smudge on his right cheek, Lessons are learned on days like these- “PaPa, are you proud of me?” Outstretched arms that say “pick me up,” an inquisitive face full of hope, A thirsty mind drinking from everyone’s cup- “PaPa, are you proud of me?” The seedling needs water every day; the puppy needs plenty of care, Warm eggs nestle deep in the hay- “PaPa, are you proud of me?” Coins in the pocket feel awfully cold, possessions don’t fill the bill, They can’t buy joy for a three year old- “PaPa, are you proud of me?” As the twig is bent so grows the tree, it’s someone’s job to do, I wait for the answer to who he will be- “PaPa, are you proud of me?” It’s up to us to plant the seeds, to show that we care for what he can do, An honest answer is all that he needs- “Yes Ryan, I’m proud of you.” All over our nation, an epidemic rages. It’s not a fever brought about by a virus, a bacteria, or terrorist’s infectious agent. It’s a self serving epidemic of greed and illicit drugs. It’s the result of careless attitudes toward personal responsibility and selfishness beyond any reasonable human assumption of accountability. It falls squarely on the shoulders of our government, as well as the shoulders of the people themselves. read more
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