Wayne is a good friend and Shipmate, he wrote this beautiful post on his facebook page and I was struck by how much it mirrored my on childhood. My guess is there are many more of us who had “rich” childhoods too.


“It’s amazing how the mind works. I’m in complete and total awe of the masterful design and craftsmanship of it. That is me putting it lightly.

Allow me to elucidate or expound on that for a moment. A simple formation of tissue overrun with neurons and receptors consolidates every single thought, feeling and gesture made by your entire body. Your thoughts are even recorded for future reference.

In this vastly dynamic contraption we can find our ourselves at any given moment.

While you ponder that allow me to share something that my brain twisted around so that I was actually ecstatic about.

I was thinking back to my childhood, I was almost always happy, my mom always made sure we had everything we needed, and often a little something extra if you looked close enough.

However, upon a more clinical review of my past, I found some fallacies that I can only contribute to the complexities of the human brain.

For instance, I knew we weren’t rich but I never thought I was poor. In retrospect, poor people got hand me downs and used items of clothing. Not to mention sporting goods or board games and outside toys.

I got all of these things. I never felt I was poor though. We never wanted for anything we needed. Nell made sure that all the basic needs were covered for us and didn’t care about the price she paid in working two and three jobs. Anything for her children.

I remember her crying when we got food stamps. It only happened once and she was so ashamed that she took yet another job. I was with her when this occurred and didn’t understand.

If you look at today’s society you’d wonder how so many get food stamps and are proud of it. But, times aren’t the same.

I never felt beneath anyone or less than anyone. A trait that Nell taught all her kids. We were taught to be respectful and honest. God fearing and joyful. The list could go on and on. She taught us to never think we were better than anyone and we were all to happy to oblige.

But, let’s get back to the mind. I think back now and know that monetarily we were poor. I had hand me downs and used toys. But more than anything else I had a love for God that had been put in my heart by my mother. She made sure that we all did and took us to church every time the doors were open.

I’m telling you this, so that should the day ever come that you think back and wonder how poor you think you were that the only thing worth remembering is a mother’s love.

I pray that you all had the love and support that Nell gave the four of us. I hope you never feel less than someone else and know that if I could do it, so can you.

Love always and God bless.”