Chase, Chuck, Charlie, and Sassafras were tromping through the wooded areas of their local park on a hot summer day. They were as alive as alive can get; with good wriggley energy pulsing through their young bodies. Unofficially, they were known as The Three Muskeeters–at least that’s what read on the crooked plywood sign above the entrance to their tree fort. Sassafras had recently joined their merry gang, but they had yet to get around to changing the sign to “four.” The three boys, the “C’s,” had been friends since meeting at grade school a couple of years earlier.
The goodies–of licorice, chips, and pop–had long ago been devoured. Now it was time for serious talk, the get-down-to-business part of their outing.
“Let’s take turns sharing what we want to be when we’re grownups!” exclaimed Chase.
“Sounds good,” said Charlie, “but we gotta vote on it.”
With that, the children’s hands spiked upward, signalling that the proposal had carried.
“I wanna be a tax collector,” said Chuck. “It’s government, don’t you know; so at least there’s security. I also hear that the benefit package is quite attractive, with an indexed pension.” The other two boys nodded seriously and gave their thumbs up.
“I wanna be a mortician,” said Chase. “People are always dying–you hear of it on the TV almost every day; so business should be steady. If I salt away some savings on a regular basis and make some savvy investments in a diversided stock portfolio, I think I could do quite nicely.”
“Makes sense,” said the boys in serious agreement.
Next was Charlie. “I’m gonna be the owner of a tech startup. I’ll make sure that I get a ton of options in our initial public offering of stock and make a financial killing when I sell at the peak. That’s a flagpole formation on a trading chart, in case you didn’t know. I’ll make sure to set up some offshore businesses to evade unnecessary tax burden, and I’ll probably be a billionaire before I’m thirty, if I play my cards right.”
“What about you, newbie,” chimed the boys to Sassafras. “What do you want to be?
“True to her deeper nature, Sassafras paused briefly in her tracks and allowed herself a few moments of contemplation before answering: “I think that being born a human being is very special,” she said, “so I want to make the most of it. “I just want to be happy, and I figure that the best way for that to happen is to follow my heart.”
“Nahhhh,” exclaimed the boys! “Seriously, what to you really want to be?!”
Dare to dream (and care for one another).
With heartfelt regards,
Copyright © – 2022 – R. Arthur Russell
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4 thoughts on “Sassafras’s Wisdom”
omg, i almost spilled out my coffee when i got to “the benefit package is quite attractive, with an indexed pension.” i have to be careful reading your stories, the element of surprise is always high and unpredictable. had i hung out with the 3 Cs in my youth, i might have done something better with my life, but i kept company with Sassafras… and yeap, i’m glad i did so.
Excellent work! 👍
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I’m glad that you didn’t spill your coffee! When I found these young boys talking about their benefit packages, etc (as adults might), I loved it immediately. I’m glad that you kept company with Sassafras, too–as long as that’s what’s in your heart! Thank you for taking the time to offer such a nice comment. 🙂
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we need children to remind us what it means to be alive 😃
Children can definitely do that!