About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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I do remember this story. There are a number of lessons here, aren’t there?
I wanted to renew it to everyone because of my stand against abortion. If there was ever a situation….Well, come again. I’ve given myself a few days. I looked for you this week. Didn’t find you? Did you post?
Nope. I’m working on it. I can’t do more than one post a week. 🙂
I understand but it seems like more than a week. That should sound good to you. Wish someone would seek me out more often!
I think it’s probably because it’s been a long, long week in so many ways!
How sad! I know that you were encouraging to the little girl simply by being an effective and caring teacher. The smiles she received from you were treasured, I am sure. We can hope that somehow God helped this girl escape her bad situation and grow up to have a better life. J.
I’ve learned that on occasion God can speak through a donkey. I fell like I was a donkey, but really hope some of His love reached her.
Shocking and sad story, Oneta.
Yes, leaves me with lots of regrets. Thank you, Olga.
As you said, the educational system was very different in those days.
Ouch. We have so much of this kind of tragedy in our culture.
Caused by a generation or two who are not taught the fear of the Lord. It is so much more Religiously Correct to talk about the love of God. Seems not many understand what it is going to be like to stand judged by God. Political correctness is not a whole lot more dangerous than what I have coined Religioiusly Correct. Both lack a lot on stressing accountability to Culture, Law, or God.
A shocking and sad story. Indicative sadly of many stories even today. My worst oversight was as an RE teacher when we had a class discussion and I told them they could write to me in private in little note-books I had given them, if there was anything I could help them with. I always tried to read these notes as soon as I got home. Sadly, I did not on this particular day. In the morning I read….’Mrs. R. My mother’s boyfriend is not a nice man. I can’t tell her she gets angry. I want you to know he is s not a nice person. I think he’s dangerous. I rang the school to speak with his teacher as this child had always seemed to me to be depressed and unhappy. That morning he had been attacked by his mother’s friend. She was seriously injured and later died. The boy was rushed to hospital seriously injured. I never saw him again. I believe he survived. All I can now still do is remember in prayer and trust that God has met him and restored his life. .
You do understand my pain. That is a sad story. You are right; there is nothing to do except try to be more aware. I had a neighbor who committed suicide; I knew she was rather weird; I did feel the urge to reach out to her. But didn’t. (Sad words.)
Oh man, reminds me of when we were foster parents…so so sad. Makes me wonder about the post you mentioned that will tie in with this.
Follow up is on the burner. But it is too serious not take prayer and reflection, which I am doing. Thanks for writing.
I respect that approach.
That is so sad. Sometimes we have opportunities to help in some way, but don’t realize it until much later. Then, I’m sure there are times when we do or say something that helps someone and we never learn of it. We do need to be observant.
Yes, I do believe there are times when we help; we may never know because sometimes our ego cannot take the “glory” without ruining us! 😀
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