"What's your worth?"
Used to be a man's word was his bond.
A handshake was a covenant.
Now you need a contract,
And it's only as good as the man
who's going to wiggle out of it.
As I sees it, if a man says a thing, and don't mean what he says, then his word don't mean much. And if a man ain't worth as much as a measly ol' word, that don't say much of him.
There be times that a folk says a thing to drive a point home. He don't plan to be mean or distrustful, just bein' kindly. His intents is worthy, but his thinking is a'foul.
I'll show you a picture of what I'm sayin'.
A ways back, when I was just a tyke, my Uncle Abner, not blood, but betrothed to Aunt Bessy, well one day he spys me stranded up a tree like a 'coon chased by a dog pack. Uncle Abner, he's a intelligent feller usual, he says for me to jump and he would catched me.
So I jumps.
And he didn't catched me.
Now he says it were for my own good, to learn me not to be overly trusting of folks.
Well, I'm here to tell you that it worked.
I ain't believed a word he done tol' me since.
Then they's the other end a' the septic tank rod. The feller what's word is no account from the get-go.
Take my neighbor from down the road a piece. He's a nice enough fella most a the time. But his word is a kin to spit, it dribbles from his mouth with no intent.
When he say a binding word, it be of such small gravity to him that he don't bother to recall that he spoke it.
Now our Good Lord telled us that He was the Word. An' when He did, He likened it to Truth. It appears to me that He puts a lot a' import on a man's word, and that it shouldn't be tossed about willy-nilly.