September 9, 2013
Seems congratulations are once again in order for Mrs. Sherri Brown and the Circles of Troup County for the resent graduation of four more people who want to turn their life’s around, for this I say, ”good for you and good luck.”
But seems like the graduation rate of hers is similar to that of the Troup County School System. On the demise. First class there was seven graduates, class two there is four, after the first graduation Brown was looking to hire some part time help, doesn’t look like that worked out to well. I wonder if they are still on the payroll. In the photo array of both graduation classes I couldn’t help but notice what I feel is an important factor missing, where is “Babies Daddy?” A phrase I have learned this year. Notice I didn’t ask where was the children’s father. Listen I’m not one to past judgment, I realize that raging hormones and the need to feel wanted and desired doesn’t leave one time to find the aspirin bottle. I’m starting to think this is a women’s only club. I thought this was a movement to get families out of poverty , something that Lyndon Johnson started 50 years and 16 trillion dollars ago. Why isn’t Mrs. Brown and the part timer out dragging the dead beat sperm donors off the couch and off the street and giving them lessons on being a man? Does this 12-week class have a class or two on manning up and taking care of their families? Trading their disability checks for a paycheck? Getting their family off food stamps and government assistance? In today’s world where the so called man of the house receives a disability check and mom gets a crazy check, both receive food stamps, government assistance on housing and utilities and ride around all day in their 18-year-old Ford Focus or Chevy Lumina. The incentive of getting up each morning and going to work isn’t very high on their to do list.
Mrs. Brown, my mother used to, and still may, belong to an organization similar to your “Circles of Troup County.” The difference being, they didn’t receive a salary, weren’t headquartered in a government building, didn’t go to any county commissioners’ meeting and point their finger at private business as you have in the past, neither did they font their good deeds on the front page of the local newspaper, but were still glad to help those that were down, and offer advice when asked , and went to bed at night with the same feeling of excitement and accompaniment that you display. I believe they called it “WMU,” like you they meet once a week at the church, usually on a Tuesday, and went out in the community to help others, unlike the churches today that wait for the community to come to them. We are definitely living in changing times.