Y’all gather on in here now.
Up here in these Appalachian mountains, there’s an old sayin' that don’t make much sense till life knocks you low enough to understand it.
“They got better to die.”
Now that sounds backward, don’t it?
But mountain folks know exactly what it means.
It means somebody’s been lying sick for a long spell. Maybe they ain’t ate much. Maybe they ain’t talked much. Maybe the family has been sitting beside the bed, listening to every breath like it might be the last one.
Then one morning, they wake up different.
Their eyes look clearer.
They ask for a bite of soup beans or a little cornbread crumbled in milk.
They know everybody in the room.
They smile.
They might even laugh and say, “I believe I’m feelin’ some better today.”
And for just a little while, hope walks back through that door.
The family starts whispering in the kitchen.
“Maybe they’re turnin’ a corner.”
“Maybe the Lord ain’t ready yet.”
“Maybe we got a little more time.”
But the old ones sittin' quiet in the corner know. They’ve seen it before.
They don’t say much, because some truths are too tender to speak out loud.
They just nod slow and say, “Well, they may have got better to die.”
It ain’t cruel. It ain’t givin' up.
It’s mountain wisdom, born from years of watchin' life and death sit side by side in little houses tucked between ridges.
Sometimes, before a soul leaves this world, God gives them one last good day.
One last clear word.
One last smile.
One last squeeze of the hand.
One last chance for the family to say what needs sayin'.
I’ve heard old folks tell it like a lamp flaring bright right before the oil runs out.
And maybe that’s exactly what it is.
A little mercy.
A little goodbye.
A little window cracked open between here and glory.
So when mountain people say, “They got better to die,” they don’t mean it cold.
They mean love showed up for one more visit.
They mean the Lord gave the family one more memory to hold on to.
They mean that poor tired body had one last spark before the soul went home.
And if you’ve ever sat beside a bed and watched somebody you love get peaceful all at once, you know.
Sometimes better don’t mean staying.
Sometimes better means they’re almost home.
~banjo~
An old cowboy owned a small ranch in New Mexico. The New Mexico Wage & Hour Dept. claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him.
“I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them,” demanded the agent.
“Well,” replied the rancher, “There’s my ranch hand who’s been with me for 3 years. I pay him $600 a week plus free room and board.
The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $500 per week plus free room and board.
Then there’s the half-wit who works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night.”
“That’s the guy I want to talk to, the half-wit,” says the agent.
“That would be me,” replied the rancher.
Actually horses are prey animals and dogs are predators. Their instincts and indicators are opposite. A horse ears back is angry, a dog is submissive when ears are back. Ears forward in a dog is concerning and an aggressive posture, ears forward on a horse means he’s paying attention. Both make excellent companions but if you want to understand them with kindness and skill, don’t conflate them. Anyone who claims a horse is stupid has been fooled by one. Just sayin.
1. It is still poisonous but less effective for its application.
2. C
3. Most of the time both twins were unplanned.
4. Because Dub-ya is way cooler than dub-v
5. A lack of oxygen kills you in 7 minutes.
6. True but you can wash it in a washing machine or throw it out unlike the floor, for example.
7. See #4
8. True because veterinarians are more expensive than mechanics.
9. If you drop the first letter entirely you get a nursery rhyme.