2009-07-29 / Opinion

Up The Creek Without A Paddle

It could be better, but I'm not too sure how-
by Terry Toole

With all the mess that is going on in our city, county, state, nation and world, I really feel guilty.

Granted, things could be better, but I'm not sure that I know where to go to make them better. I've got a loving family, not perfect, but right near. I have a home, a job, several close friends and hundreds of folks I call my friends.

There are several wishes that I might consider if that proverbial genie pops up, and I had the lantern. My first thought was more "thanks" than a wish.

Several years ago, before things got so crazy, I came to the conclusion that it matters not what things, amounts or possessions we have, we all leave with the same thing we had when we got here, nothing. I guess I learned that from 73 years of living and 22 years of being coroner and being around the living and the dead.

I've seen people who lived for a short time enjoy their life more than those who stayed here for nearly a century. It's what you do while you are here.

Last week, first wife and I had the distinct privilege of having our youngest grandchild stay with us.

Mason Morgan Toole, 7, had just finished getting defeated in the North Georgia Baseball World Series. His team won one game 36-35 and lost their elimination game, 26-24. There were lots of hits and runs. They are still working on the defense.

As Mason said, "I would like to play every day." He loves the game.

He came home to stay with us while his mother got her classroom ready for another year in Cherokee County.

Mason has enjoyed being with us, and getting even closer to his family in South Georgia.

We have been blessed to have our other two grandchildren right here in Colquitt as they grew up.

Garrett is living in Albany. I haven't given up inviting him to come back home and root me out of my job. He is a good writer and loves people. His choice.

Joanna has just graduated from high school and will be going to Bainbridge College for a couple of years. She seems to like working in her mother's store more than over here at the Liberal. You never know. Her choice.

Mason enjoys being around the Liberal office, and looks forward to helping us get the newspaper out. All of my children and grandchildren did until they got old enough to help. Their choice.

I wish Uva, 95 1/2, was just 80. I think she would take this place over. She is one of my most loyal employees, and she works cheap. I let her sleep and eat at the house, chauffeur her anywhere she wants to go. I pay her with a bag of mini Snickers each week. I believe I could start back fishing and hunting if Uva was a little younger.

My first wife, Betty "Go" Toole, is the blood in my veins. She keeps me going and gives me reason to keep going. I got the better end of our 53-year union, but she makes the best of what she's got.

As I said, I feel a little guilty each morning when I get up. I and mine have been blessed so much more than we deserve by a loving God. I thank Him each morning before and after I get up.

This week, as Tammy, Mason, Bleu and I walked through Colquitt and down by Spring Creek, I gave a double, triple thanks for the blessings of life.

In this business of reporting the news, it sometimes seems like everything isn't as good as we would like, and it isn't. We can always see where we might do things differently; I wonder if we were in control, would things be better?

Folks, including "ye scribe," tend to fuss about what's going on, but don't have a suggestion how to do better.

May this school year be your best ever, and may your life and those you love be as blessed as mine.

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