turnips

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Note from Richard regarding the short story below: Another possible subject

could have been " unknowingly programmed " ; but that wouldn't have been as

" catchy " as the title the author chose - turnips. <G>

 

Rich Putman

 

If you're not living your dream, the following story about turnips, turnip

greens and pigs might help you understand why. I suppose you could say this

story begins when my wife was just a little girl and I was a little boy. We

were raised in totally different cultures. However, we did have one thing in

common, she spent part of her summer holidays on the farm and so did I.

 

An American, Linda grew up in the deep south, in Alabama and I was raised in

northern Ontario, Canada. You could say that fate brought us together.

Shortly after we were married, we were wandering through a Super Market

when Linda asked me what I would like to have for dinner. I told her I would

like to have some turnip. As I picked one up and put it in our basket, she

said, " What are you going to do with that? "

 

I replied, " I'm going to eat it. "

 

She said, " Well, I'm not going to eat that. "

 

I asked " Why not? I thought you liked turnip? "

 

" I do, but I wouldn't eat that. It's the root of the turnip...we feed that to

the pigs. " You know, as strange as this may seem, I had never heard it

referred to as the root of the turnip! It was always just a turnip to me.

 

I must have looked at her rather strange when I said, " Well, what do you

eat? "

 

" We eat the green of the turnip. "

 

I said, " Isn't that strange, we feed the greens to the pigs. "

 

To my knowledge, I have never eaten turnip greens. I reluctantly put the

turnip back where I got it and we went on our way. But I began wondering how

far back I would have to go in our family tree to find out who made the

decision that we would eat the root of a turnip and feed the green to the

pigs or how far back I would have to go in Linda's family to discover who

made the decision to eat the greens.

 

Neither Linda nor I have changed our eating habits with respect to turnip, as

a result, we just don't eat turnip anymore! But every time I hear the word

turnip or see one in the grocery store, I smile and it causes me to think of

all the ideas that are controlling our lives that we inherited at birth.

 

You see, I never woke up one morning and decided which part of the turnip I

would eat - I just ate what I was served. And I'm darned sure that my mother

didn't wake up one morning and decide which part she would eat either. She

just ate what she was served.

 

How much of your life is being controlled by a decision you inherited that

was made by some ancient ancestor? The turnip story is true. Laugh at it if

you choose, but the idea it represents is huge.

 

Bob Proctor

Speaker and Author

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