ViFi Character: Daddy Craw
“I got somethin’ I wanna told you. They call me Craw. I come from the humble beginnings of the swampy backwoods of this here town we call The City of Dupli. That is Dupli as in rhyme wit ’you lie’ (but I trail off my story).
Been goin’ by Craw fuh as long as I can remembuh. They say it all began when I first started gettin’ ‘round. They put me in that lil baby walker and I went to scootin’ all over the place. They say I liked pushin’ myself backwards with my feet just like a crawdad. From that moment on I done had the nature of a crawfish.
I moves quick like and I’m real good at hiding. I can be a lil snappy if I feel ya gettin’ too close, but that don’t matter none ’cause folk still know how to catch me. So I stay inside my trailer most of the day then I do my job at night which most folk say is a*# backwards. I repair the cars they bring me to work on and that ain’t so easy to do without the daylight. But I’m good at it. It’s like me and the cars got an understanding. I talk to ’em, they listen and then next thing I know they all fixed up.
I know I can do more. Been told I can do more. But every time I take one step forward something goes on that make me take two, three steps back. So I learn to live tepid or trepid…whatever that word is. I’m fuh progress… really I am. But I sho done got good at swimming the backstroke.
I know I’m holding back every time I look at my precious 1955 Cadi Eldorado. I bought that girl brand spanking new. Oh it was lovely, a pretty sight sho nuff. That is ‘til I let Bub convince me to take her for a spin and he buried her in a ditch. She been sittin’ in the yard rusted and busted ever since. I say Imma restore her and do so with my own hands. Say I’m gonna put her back together again, back to her rightful state, but I renig, flake, backslide, retreat, withdraw. Sure I tinker around late night after I’ve finished everybody else’s car. Sometimes I’m still out there in the early morn, but I just can’t bring myself to finish. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cower but I… I’m…
I’M NOT GOING NOWHERE! I’M IN THE SAME PLACE! I’M 73 #@*! YEARS OLD AND HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT! IF I KEEP MOVING BACKWARDS OR JUST STANDING STILL I WILL NEVER GET AHEAD! I WILL NEVER SUCCEED AT ANYTHING!
Being hard ain’t being strong. I need to fix MY car and get on the road to success. I need to step out these greasy overalls (at least for now) and dress for success. I’m puttin’ on my all white suit and I’m gettin’ better. Don’t matter how old I am, this a new business. Just call me the New Cajun Boss.”
Remember to Journey Above Your Expectations
