The Neediest Cases -
I am in a meeting constructing this commentary, am I a bad employee, no, I am just tired of hearing the deadening sounds of the yapping suits.
Here’s the thing, it’s never wise to pass judgment on a person using your own set of values to paint his situation. Look, without running the risk of mitigating the circumstances, there’s always a reason a person do the things he does and it’s usually because he has been scorched before. I live the US for a number of years now, don’t get me wrong, I love my adopted country, not quite sure its indigenous citizens care for imports like myself, but I digress. I am flummoxed at human nature’s tendency to self-destruct at the expense of letting other people down lest themselves and the fact that they cannot help themselves not to fall in this abyss. I can’t tell you the many times I have befallen victim to this human frailty. The sad thing is, that when the other person who really needs help comes along, that person is the one being fried for the actions of other let down artists. Mitchell Gore, I applaud you and admire you for your sheer strengthen resilience, unquestioned loyalty and committed perseverance, for these qualities I wish I could hug you and tell you that the sacrifices you’ve so selflessly made will not go in vain, my only regret is that unfortunately, there are not too many people like yourself in our society today. That said, it only demonstrates the fact that living the American dream exacts its own price, and that price happens to be absence of the human element connection in our daily lives – A woman told me once in no uncertain terms that when she gets home in the evenings, she gets out of her car and she does not look left, or right, as she does not want to have to hear any foolishness from her neighbors because she was too stressed out from work and having to go inside her house and deal with her bad breed kids and no good husband – Within a few months of emigrating to the US to study, I found myself in a situation in which I am lying on a stretcher in the emergency room and the nurse asked me for the names of my next of kin – first, I did not even know what the word meant and second, I had no kin. Just imagine me with tears running down my face and my eyes desperately searching in my head for names I knew weren’t there, now, understand that this sort of every day occurrence is more the rule of American rugged individualism rather than the isolated exception to collectivism – Back to college days, my roommate worked with a girl on a class project, long story short, she got locked up and spent a night in jail, grant you, this was an American girl, not an import like us, and to our surprise she called him, notwithstanding, that he himself was a four legged pooch.
Can you believe that my roommate, this fool, had the temerity to tell the police officer at the station that the jailed girl that was his wife. What’s your wife’s name, the officer asked? Well, let’s say his feet found him. I cannot understand why people fool themselves into believing that they do not need people around them. I am yet to see the mighty Greenback get up and hand man a glass of water when he needs it most. The truth is, life is nothing without the kindred spirits of family, the trust of friendships, the kindness of strangers and the love of neighbors. Why should a dog in a America lives like person and die like one, whereas, a person, a human being, anywhere in the world lives like a stray and die like one.? I am sorry, but such isms and schisms bothers me! Good, meeting is over!
- From the Desk of the Mo'blogging CPA