Did a couple of hours of weed-eating today and mowed one not-yet-completed area of the yard. Vacuumed the pool and shocked it. Picked a bunch of cherry tomatoes and emptied scraps and trash. Getting ready to make a groceries run here in a minute. Then, later this evening, I plan on planting some thornless blackberries.
Now, I'm not saying all of this just because I know you're fascinated with my daily activities. I just got to thinking that a whole lot of bully groups today, imperious and distressed about their "rights" and seeking media coverage, could better have spent their time going about with me and helping me work a bit, instead ---a little sweat, you know?! They wouldn't think so, I'm sure, because they really prefer "helping themselves" and moaning about "their" difficulties. I know any number of people in this area who could use some helping hands to make their lives easier.
Selfishness comes easy to us all. When we finally discover that we are warped humans, it is easier still to grab hold of, to embrace, that basic human fault (the almighty Me) and focus our whole life around it. Most of us dramatize certain aspects of our character and/or personality. When those aspects are evil (you may not believe in evil---but I think perhaps you just haven't seen much of life), then one tends to behave in an evil manner and usually tries to justify that evil activity.
We need heroes to combat the bullies of this sinful world. I recollect my first day of school; before the starting bell sounded, I hesitantly, but excitedly (pretty proud of my bravery), seated myself on the merry-go-round, holding on for dear life. Suddenly, after a few times around the circle, someone grabbed me from behind and yanked me backwards off my seat to the ground. Straddled on top of me, he swung twice at my poor little head just missing; he was yelling that I had knocked his little brother's lunch off the seat. Then, a huge shadow appeared over us; my 4th-grade cousin, Wanda, yanked him off me, saying "You leave my cousin alone!" He slunk away. I sighed with relief.
The world needs a Wanda---plain and simple. But, their aren't many around anymore. Maybe there aren't any . . .
We need heroes to combat the bullies of this sinful world. I recollect my first day of school; before the starting bell sounded, I hesitantly, but excitedly (pretty proud of my bravery), seated myself on the merry-go-round, holding on for dear life. Suddenly, after a few times around the circle, someone grabbed me from behind and yanked me backwards off my seat to the ground. Straddled on top of me, he swung twice at my poor little head just missing; he was yelling that I had knocked his little brother's lunch off the seat. Then, a huge shadow appeared over us; my 4th-grade cousin, Wanda, yanked him off me, saying "You leave my cousin alone!" He slunk away. I sighed with relief.
The world needs a Wanda---plain and simple. But, their aren't many around anymore. Maybe there aren't any . . .
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