Coming out even in the end

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There was a man I knew once, who lived for a good time. Work, he believed and ardently practiced, was only good for providing a means to an end, the end result being that of his vigorous pursuit of wine, women and song.

Of course, in the case of any decent, self-respecting, old-fashioned Southern redneck, for him it was beer, not wine, but as any Puritan will tell you: The devil’s brew is the devil’s brew, no matter what it’s called.

He was a lovable man, with a heart as big as the battlefields that stretch across the Old Confederacy. Except when he was drinking long and hard. Then, you best not cross him, for a pretty sight it never was.

While a lot of head shaking and tongue clucking was often done when the more upright and righteous folks discussed him, there was much about him to be admired.

During his spurts of work, he’d apply himself diligently, knowing that a case of cold brews awaited him later. He cried when he witnessed injustice to person or animal, would fist-fight you over a child who was wronged and his last dollar would be your first dollar, if ever you were in need.

He was handsome, robust, personable and, in the tradition of John Wayne, he was a man’s man. He was also a woman’s man, for what woman could resist the twinkle in those eyes and that quick, perfect grin?

He grabbed an arm-full of life and held on, riding it out for all it was worth. His philosophy, unencumbered by what man or the Bible said, was simple: Money was made to be spent, not saved; life was meant to be lived, not endured.

When death up and called, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and dragging him away, he was, appropriately, in the midst of having a belly-laughing, good time.

It is my belief that we learn from all God’s creatures – both the righteous and the renegades. From him, I learned much. Especially when fate deemed that I should be present when his family picked up his jeans and pulled out of the pocket all the money he had.

Someone fingered the bills and counted them out aloud. “One hundred and eighty-three dollars,” was the pronouncement.

I grinned broadly, then commented, “Well, bless his heart. He just about came out even.”

The others laughed for they, too, knew well his devotion to living life large. I continued, “But, boy, would he be mad if he knew that he left that money behind, unspent!” More laughter.

As a contractor worked at my house the other day, he stopped for a moment to tell a story. His brother worked for a large law firm, he said, and the senior partner, 70 years old, was on the edge of dying from cancer.

“They’ve given him two days to live and he’s on morphine. But he keeps calling the office, asking what’s going on with this or that and give instructions for various cases. Can you imagine? He’ll be dead soon but all he cares about is the office?”

Not me. I’m definitely with the former person in this little parable, not the latter. In fact, my people, poor though they were, have always considered it a triumph over life’s woes and challenges to have enough coins left at the end to bury them and settle any meager debts they might possess. Nothing more is necessary.

On my deathbed, should I be coherent and right-minded, I will not be making any calls to check on business. My last call will be to a member of my family, I am certain.

And I know just what I’ll say.

“Can you bring me a bowl of ice cream? Make it pralines and cream. Buy the most expensive and the most fattening. And hurry, before it’s too late.”

[Ronda Rich is the best-selling author of “What Southern Women Know About Flirting” and “The Town That Came A-Courtin’.” Her newest book is “What Southern Women Know about Faith.” She lives near Gainesville, Ga. Sign up for her weekly newsletter at www.rondarich.com.]

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Love it!

I always get a kick out of reading your columns. Thanks for the reminder to enjoy life and family!

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" Life should not be a

" Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive preserved body, but rather skid in sideways, covered in scars, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming ' Yahoo, what a ride!!!' " - Bear Grylls

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RICH

I read you this time, and I do not get the point at all.

You want to die broke, or even, while having a good time and fighting when crossed, but those who take their work seriously and maybe will leave a couple of bucks for family are fools.

I suspect a family member might be the only one to bring you ice-cream!

What the devil are pralines? Some-kind of deathly sugar concoction?

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roundabout -- Grumpy much?

Sounds like someone might need some pralines and cream in his coffee this morning! Lighten up, Francis!

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Could it be?

Francis? Do we have another name for old Dollar, Courthouserules, etc?

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MK: seriously?

is "Francis" another handle? is roundabout the same as bonkers the same as courthouserules and this dollar character i've never seen? lord! i don't know whether i'm coming or going. please clear this up for me. ...and while you're at it, could you tell me why someone would need or even want so many identities?

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Squirrel

I think you need to ask the editmom person.

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"Lighten up, Francis" -- movie quote from Stripes

Bill Murray movie "Stripes" -- touchy Army recruit nicknamed Psycho says nobody should call him by his given name Francis or "I'll kill ya." Nobody touch his stuff or "I'll kill ya." Nobody touch him or "I'll kill ya." Sgt Hulka's reply, "Lighten up, Francis."

It is a perfect quote to pull out in SO many situations!

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Cultural references

It's pretty bad when you have to explain basic cultural references here!
LIGHTEN UP FRANCIS