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It’s Me Again.

I can hear or better I can read your thoughts, Oh! No not him again, some might be thinking, How does he do it, has he got some kind of machine or does he listen to a foreign radio. Where does he get his ideas from for his stories? I could say it is my keyboard that I bought a few months ago. Would you all believe me if I told you that my keys on this keyboard go up and down all on their own. I just sit here and watch them working. Sometimes I stop the keys by switching off the electricity. Especially if it starts to use what we call naughty words, or swearing. But are we really swearing? A few thousand years ago these so called swear words were part of the Anglo Saxon language, or so I was told. No my keyboard is not responsible for that which I write. All comes from my brain or what is left of it.

I told you yesterday about my brain in a poem form I told you all that my brain is insane. Rhymes nicely does it not? Well perhaps I get my stories from keeping my eyes open sometimes I read an article in a newspaper, by the way, did you read the story of the stowaway well that came from an article in a local newspaper the only difference the original stowaway was on board a lorry that he climbed on to get out of the rain. I only changed the vehicles and put the poor sod out into space on a rocket going to Venus. Quite a few read the story and it passed away some time that was lagging on my hands.

Today I will tell you about a boy that wanted to become the strongest man in the world. He asked me how to become the strongest man in the world. I must admit at first I did not know what to tell a young boy what if I put him into a program of weight lifting or of moving heavy weights. What would I be doing to this young body? He would get muscles doing hard work but would it be right for me to tell another person’s child to do heavy work, what if he strained his muscles would I be responsible, Or what if the heavy stones fell onto his feet perhaps my stupidity would lame him for life. I decided not to tell him how to become the strongest man in the world, instead I told him to learn all that his teachers were trying to put into his head. It would certainly be better to be the most intelligent man in the world than the worlds strongest. I then asked him to name me one name of a strong man then the name of one of the world’s intelligent men. Now this was different he mentioned a few names that he had heard from his teachers, Shakespeare, George Bernard Shaw, and quite a few more not forgetting Albert Einstein. Now I am happy to be able to tell you that his ambition is to become one of the worlds famous men the idea of being the strongest man in the world does not appeal to him any more

How would you have dealt with this problem if you had been confronted with it? One must be very careful with the youth of today; it seems to me in my old age that the children are more intelligent than we were in our youth. Perhaps I am wrong and one thing is sure I will take careful note of all that happens around me to see if a suitable story will appear for tomorrow. In the meantime this is Bern your scribbler telling you of a problem that was not so easy to solve. How would you have handled this?