Remember When. . .

Do you remember when. . . .

when you were younger,

and you worked to put up fencing on 4 acres of land with your dad and sibling?

Do you remember helping to drive in the fence posts and nail the barbed wire to them?

What about the time you helped your dad and his friends to tear off old roof shingles and pull nails to carry heavy bundles of them up a latter, and then using a hammer and nails to re-shingle the roof?

Wearing steel toed shoes, and getting up well before the sun rose so as to beat the Texas heat...

and navigating a regular two story house from the rooftop...

Do ye remember that?

What about the time you helped them to clear the brush from off of someone's land?

While your father and friend took a chainsaw to the larger limbs.

Wearing long arse jeans in the Texas heat. And heavy duty gloves to protect your hands. . .

No?

Oh... that's right...

That's because that wasn't you.

That was me.

You should never judge someone... cause in truth... you have no idea what they've done in the past...

            And unless you've walked a mile in their shoes, . . .
                                 you can't imagine what it's like to be them.

~ CLynn 💪👩