The Time Uncool Took a Beating and Smirked
In high school, I was always on the outside of the "cool".
One year I pledged for a fraternity to see if "cool" would let me in.
My future "brothers" lined up, one by one.
Taking a wooden paddle to my soul-paying a dollar for every blow...
It was all part of the fraternity fun.
One "brother" paid for three blows- thinking he could humiliate me.
But I was prepared-countless times, Mother had tested my hide.
Never once did I cry-
After he was done, I gave him another dollar.
Asked him to give it another try.
After the final blow, I smirked and said...
"My brother, you don't hit half as hard as mother".
All the fraternity brothers laughed - I was finally "in."
But not one fraternity "brother" ever became a true friend.
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