I taught and coached near Augusta, Georgia in the late sixties with another coach from Bee Log, North Carolina….not near anywhere. He was a mountain man in every sense of the word so we called him “Doctor.” (Another story.)
One morning Doctor walked into the teacher’s lounge and announced that he was going to fail a certain student in PE. There was some immediate comments from several. “Better get your affairs in order,” “If his daddy shows up I will schedule your dental appointment,” “You won’t live a week.” Our resident “physician” calmly removed his XXXL jacket and said, “All of us have got to go sometime or 'nother.”
The next day the “dad of the year “ R.L. showed up in a “mufflerless” large pick up with two gun racks and at least 200 George Wallace stickers. R.L. was an openly certified red neck with a red ass demeanor.
Our Doctor was big on prevention so he drafted me and the shop teacher to loiter outside his office, “In case fur starts flying.”
The shouting match did not go well and the loitering duet became a solo. Then hope appeared. Our good Doctor offered to give R.L.’s son another grade based on and equal to the next grading period.
I was overjoyed, but R.L. was definitely not. His alternative proposal was all A’s for the whole year. His olive branch was, “I will not come back up here, and let me tell you something big boy, you don’t want me back up here.”
Doctor responded immediately. “R.Whatever, I’d hate for you to have to drive all the way back up here, so I’m going to go ahead and give you a whuppin right now.”
R.Whatever swallowed some pride and some Red Man, and drove back down there, wherever that was.
We do need more doctors.
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