When I drive I like to listen to country music. It catches me up on what is emotionally current for a key segment of this country. I happened to hear an old Johnny Cash tune called Country Bumpkin. It was about a country bumpkin who walks into a bar, of course, and is laughed at by a hard-eyed woman. Hello, country bumpkin, she sneers. A year later, she has just delivered a baby and her eyes are soft, and she says to the baby, hello, country bumpkin. On her deathbed, she looks at loved ones and says, goodbye country bumpkins, it was a fine life. Well, I just cried like a baby. She was redeemed, you see, from cynicism and hopelessness. I find that touching.
Redemption is part of why I adore grandparenting, that second chance to love and protect small beings in a finer way than perhaps was done the first time. And it’s what makes the 12 steps work in a very special way for the lost. Amends are made. We amend our mistakes and make a fruitful life in spite of our sins, our despair, our meanness, our small heartedness. And why are we small hearted? Because we’re afraid life really is ugly. Hello country bumpkin….
Karleen Koen — writing life 
Thank you so much, so very much . . . I always said my job is to teach my boys how to “live” and then how to “leave”. . . your message touches my heart . . . Sincerely, J
Most of the people I need to make amends to aren’t here any more. I’ve decided the way to make amends is to live the best life I can while I have the opportunity.
Thanks for your post.