louis33705
BSB Addict
These are some of my thoughts on our younger generation. This has no sexual content.
I live in a very small and private nudist community consisting of ten residents. With the exception of two small apartments in the front, the rest of us live in trailers. The trailers are separated from the apartments with a small pond with fish in it. The residents usually go to the pond and feed the fish and spend some quiet time alone while doing this. It is very spiritual. So, you are wondering what this has to do with our younger generation. Let me tell you of my experience today with a young man.
We had been told a worker was coming to paint the porches at the apartments. Normally, when there are service workers on the property we make it a point to be clothed in respect for non-nudist visiters. At one point I decided to walk over and see how he was doing. As I approached I saw he was on his knees wearing well worn jeans and a grey sweat shirt, painting the floor of the porch. I mentioned to him it looked great. He got up on his knees and looked at me with a beautiful smile and said, "Really, you like it?" I told him he was doing a good job. The look on his face was priceless in gratitude for the compliment. I said he looked like a hard worker and he said he did it for his wife and little son.
Today I was at my local bar and a young man was applying for a cooking position. As I sat at the bar I was watching him and the owner during the interview. After the inteview the owner handed him an application and left him there to fill it out. The look on the boy's face was intense as he filled out the questionaire. I finished my beer, got my take out food and as I walked out, I stopped by the table where the young guy was busy writing. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was applying for a job. He said he was applying for a full time cooking position. He said he worked currently part-time at a grill cooking breakfast but he really wanted to cook in a restaurant. With a grin he told me he was a good cook and needed to be given the chance to prove himself. As I left I told him to always believe in himself, be proud of what he could do, and wished him luck.
My Son. When he was 16 years old, he told me he wanted to quit school. I told him he could but he had to get a job. He got a job at a golf club. He started out as a dish washer and was elevated to cook. He is now 36 and a chef.
My daughter. She is 34 years old and has worked for ten years for a major insurance company. She has managed to raise her 16 year old daughter alone. This past January she took her daughter to New York City to celebrate her birthday. My granddaughter is an honor student and plays first chair in her high school orchestra. The orchestra will be travelling to NYC this Spring for competion.
So what is my point in writing this? I just wanted to express how important our young people are. They are the back bone of our society and labor. They are the ones that will continue to keep our society and country going. They fight in our wars as well as pick up our garbage at the curb side. So, when you see young girls selling Girl Scout cookies, a young man bagging your groceries, fixing your flat tire, installing cable wires, even fighting wars for our freedom, pause and say, "Thank you."
I admire the boys of Broke Straight Boys for accepting the challenge of venturing into something that they might not have even imagined. Whatever their motives were I applaud their courage for exposing themselves to the world of entertainment.
Louis
I live in a very small and private nudist community consisting of ten residents. With the exception of two small apartments in the front, the rest of us live in trailers. The trailers are separated from the apartments with a small pond with fish in it. The residents usually go to the pond and feed the fish and spend some quiet time alone while doing this. It is very spiritual. So, you are wondering what this has to do with our younger generation. Let me tell you of my experience today with a young man.
We had been told a worker was coming to paint the porches at the apartments. Normally, when there are service workers on the property we make it a point to be clothed in respect for non-nudist visiters. At one point I decided to walk over and see how he was doing. As I approached I saw he was on his knees wearing well worn jeans and a grey sweat shirt, painting the floor of the porch. I mentioned to him it looked great. He got up on his knees and looked at me with a beautiful smile and said, "Really, you like it?" I told him he was doing a good job. The look on his face was priceless in gratitude for the compliment. I said he looked like a hard worker and he said he did it for his wife and little son.
Today I was at my local bar and a young man was applying for a cooking position. As I sat at the bar I was watching him and the owner during the interview. After the inteview the owner handed him an application and left him there to fill it out. The look on the boy's face was intense as he filled out the questionaire. I finished my beer, got my take out food and as I walked out, I stopped by the table where the young guy was busy writing. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was applying for a job. He said he was applying for a full time cooking position. He said he worked currently part-time at a grill cooking breakfast but he really wanted to cook in a restaurant. With a grin he told me he was a good cook and needed to be given the chance to prove himself. As I left I told him to always believe in himself, be proud of what he could do, and wished him luck.
My Son. When he was 16 years old, he told me he wanted to quit school. I told him he could but he had to get a job. He got a job at a golf club. He started out as a dish washer and was elevated to cook. He is now 36 and a chef.
My daughter. She is 34 years old and has worked for ten years for a major insurance company. She has managed to raise her 16 year old daughter alone. This past January she took her daughter to New York City to celebrate her birthday. My granddaughter is an honor student and plays first chair in her high school orchestra. The orchestra will be travelling to NYC this Spring for competion.
So what is my point in writing this? I just wanted to express how important our young people are. They are the back bone of our society and labor. They are the ones that will continue to keep our society and country going. They fight in our wars as well as pick up our garbage at the curb side. So, when you see young girls selling Girl Scout cookies, a young man bagging your groceries, fixing your flat tire, installing cable wires, even fighting wars for our freedom, pause and say, "Thank you."
I admire the boys of Broke Straight Boys for accepting the challenge of venturing into something that they might not have even imagined. Whatever their motives were I applaud their courage for exposing themselves to the world of entertainment.
Louis
