Jessie, let go!
I know most of you have good memories of your grandparents, and I’ve spoken to you about one of my grandmothers.
My other grandparents had a big dairy farm outside of Columbus, Ga. I used to visit there as a child. I did not milk cows, but I did ride with my Papa Haines sometimes to deliver the milk to the different stores. He had several families that lived on the farm and helped with the cows and the milking.
One very loyal worker, Jessie, was Papa’s right hand man, and they used to fish together.
Well, one day they were damming up the creek, they called it seining the creek, but whatever, they were standing in the water and Jessie had on his usual overalls when all of a sudden, he began to yell, “Mr. Haines, Mr. Haines, help!”
A moccasin had crawled up one side of Jessie’s pants leg and Jessie caught the head of that snake just above his knee and had a firm grip on it. The tail of the snake was hanging out from the bottom of his pants.
Papa immediately grabbed the tail and said to Jessie, “Don’t worry, do what I tell you. I’m going to count to three and when I do, you let go, and I will snatch him out.”
Jessie’s eyes were as big as his face, but willingly said, “Okay, Mr. Haines, I will.”
So Papa said, “One, two, three,” and yanked the snake, but Jessie gripped that snake harder than ever.
“Jessie,” Papa said, “you have to let go when I say, so that I can pull him out fast!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll do it this time.”
“One, two, three.” Papa yanked with all his might, but Jessie grabbed harder. He just couldn’t let go.
Finally, Papa had to cut his pants leg all the way around. When he did, they realized that Jessie had gripped that snake so hard, it was deader than a doornail.
Papa, with a perplexed look on his face, asked, “Didn’t you trust me, Jessie?”
“It ain’t that, Mr. Haines. It’s just that my Bible says that since the beginning of time, that serpent wasn’t never to be trusted and I wasn’t gonna start now.”
Now that’s some wisdom for sure.