Monast Law Office May 2017

Workers’ COMPanion


May 2017 | 614-334-4649 | 5000 Arlington Centre Blvd. Bldg 2, Suite 2117, Upper Arlington, OH 43220-2913


My mother was tough to the point where she almost seemed invincible. Though she wasn’t big, she could endure more than anybody I’ve ever met. When she went to the dentist, even if it was for a dreaded root canal, she would insist that she not be anesthetized. She thought the shot was worse than the pain of a dentist digging around the roots of her teeth.

see how high we could launch the can, so this began to escalate — first with two firecrackers, then three, four, and five, eventually culminating in my brother putting an M-80 under the can. He lit the fuse, and as he was walking away, the thing was just obliterated, throwing shrapnel everywhere.

After the shock of the explosion wore off, my brother took a look at his hand, and lo and behold, there was a jagged chunk of can lodged squarely in his

I remember once, she was walking around the house barefoot, and she stepped on a toothpick. It jammed up deep into her foot — a truly gruesome display. All she did was sit down and have me work it out of there — with pliers, no less. No doctor, no worries, and a remarkably low level of tears from the pain. That was just how she was.

palm, going clear through to the other side, bleeding like crazy. My mom came out and immediately took him back into the little cabin, poured iodine on the grisly wound, and proceeded to methodically yank it out with a pair of pliers. You could hear my brother (a former Marine) hollering from a solid mile away. I learned a pretty important lesson from that.

It had a lot to do with her upbringing. If you’ve ever seen that old TV show, “The Waltons,”her childhood was a bit like that. The daughter of two first-generation Dutch

My mom was certainly tough, but she was also an incredibly loving and nurturing

immigrants, my mother was one of a whopping 12 kids. But she grew up on a farm, and you know how that goes. Everybody pitches in to complete the endless list of tasks involved with upkeep, and the older kids help raise the younger ones. I think that experiencing hard farm work early in life must naturally result in resilience and self-sufficiency. Or, at least, it definitely did for my mom.

mother. She supported us every step of the way — steadfast, intelligent, and kind. Her influence on my life cannot possibly be overstated.

This May 14 —Mother’s Day — I’ll be thinking of her. The pain of her passing has dulled in the past six years, but, as I’m sure

many of you understand, you never stop missing your mom.

She was a natural medic, full of first-aid skills she’d gleaned at the farm she ran with her first husband. If the kids there ever got caught in one piece of machinery or another, she was there to sew them up and get them healthy. I remember one Memorial Day weekend at our lake cabin in Missouri, my brothers and I were messing around with Black Cat firecrackers. We’d put one under a tin can and light it up, and the can would bounce up a bit. Well, naturally, we wanted to

I hope you get a moment this month to thank all the mothers in your life for everything they do.

- Jim Monast

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