?The best indices to a person\’s character are how he treats people who can\’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can\’t fight back.?
Daily Archives April 27, 2015
Man\’s inhumanity to man
War, rape, violence, murder
assault and abuse
Voices crying in the night
ravaged lands and people
So many left wanting
no wonder people join
in uprising and rebellion
People protest against war
yet these same people
ignore the plight of those
who are forced to take up guns
The children cry yet are
taught to hate
The adults weep
at hardships long endured
The cupboards are bare
and the earth is scorched
the child living in fear
of the next slap
or rough fondling in the
darkened room under
The man begging
on the street corner
ignored by the prosperous
join in uprising
I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we\’d always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were. We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted.
When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd — almost like a kitten\’s. So we brought you to many doctors.
The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the \”c...
There were two brothers, 8 and 10 years old, who were exceedingly mischievous. Whatever went wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they had had a hand in it. Their parents were at their wits\’ end trying to control them. Hearing about a priest nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the father that they ask the priest to talk with the boys. The father agreed.
The mother went to the priest and made her request.
He agreed, but said he wanted to see the younger boy first and alone.
So the mother sent him to the priest.
The priest sat the boy down across from him at a huge impressive desk.
For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other.
Finally, the priest pointed his forefinger at the boy and asked, \”Where is God?\”
The boy looked under the desk, in ...
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room\’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his life would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooke...