For years now I’ve been giving my Joshua Smith boys (aka: The Gang) a hard time when they start complaining about how old they are. A lot of birthdays have come and gone now and many times I’ve gotten on the intercom to say “Hey, quit bitching, I’m the oldest guy on the bus!” I know this because I’ve asked them their age over the years.
Today I discovered I’ve been wrong. We have one guy in the gang that never speaks. I call him Quiet Jimmy and I really admire him. He never says a word but I watch his eyes and I know he listens and understands everything going on around him. One day I needed signatures from the gang and his was clear and concise, the best of the bunch.
The boys told me that tomorrow is Jimmy’s birthday and for the first time ever I asked how old he was. Turns out he’s about five months older than me and I’ll be damned if he hasn’t got way more hair than me!
I think this made my day…
Can not always tell the age by hair. The old boy knows how to stay out of trouble. Just keep your mouth shut and your ears open. That makes a man smart.
I agree completely. I often wish I didn’t have to speak…