Post by reapers on Apr 18, 2020 9:47:18 GMT -5
Just when you think things can't get any worse....they usually do.
With all this pandemic around us...we forget to be grateful for all the things that are good.
...good to us
..good for us
.and good for our lives.
But that's not what I'm writing about today....
I'm here to try and restore a bit of hope and faith in humanity.
Oh believe me...I'm just as surprised as you. Hearing Reaper trying to impart hope in us.
DEATH DREAD DESPAIR
...THAT WOULD BE THE NORM...
But like I said...NOT TODAY.
...I was sitting on my porch a few weeks ago smoking a cancer stick. Slyly thinking of things to so as soon as this country gets back to normal, when I noticed movement on the street in front. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a medium sized brown bundle coming closer. So I turn my head 35 degrees to the right, bringing the brown bundle into my direct line of sight. A Dog... A brown dog. That's what that movement was.
At first glance I saw nothing strange or wrong. Until I really started paying attention. Ribs. Stiff legs. Beaten glare.
This poor dog was obviously abandoned or a stray. And in very, very poor conditions. To be honest, I mentally gave him 2-3 days to live...yes, he was that bad.
I completely and quickly dismissed the dogs misfortune. Looked away from him and took another drag from my smoke. Rationanalizing...if I don't see him...I don't have to feel bad. I don't have to see the pain and suffering.
And a good rationalization it was.
....until I noticed that mangy mutt coming into the yard. And I wasn't going to have that...
I quickly bounced up to my feet and went to frighten the dog away from the house.
I yelled for him to go and approached him quite forcefully. The damn dog simply layed its weak, visibly bony body down on the ground and rolled over in a submissive manner. Then I did it.
...I kicked the dog. Hard...not hard enough to make him get up and leave. Or maybe it was pretty hard but the poor dog didn't have the energy or life to get up and leave. Having somewhat of a heart...I turned away from the dog and walked away. I simply turned my back, ignored the situation and went inside the house. Turning myself blind to what was outside. THE DAMN SCRAWNY MUTT
Everytime I went outside for the next few days I would see the dog. Here first..at the neighbors next. Simply wandering the neighborhood trying to survive. A drink of water or a scrap of food, he was in a ravenous need.
A few says ago I saw the dog again. But this time he was walking quite fluidly...as opposed to the stiff rigid images I remembered of him. And lo and behold...no visible ribs. He was actually looking very healthy.
...the neighbors...
They took it upon themselves to open their gates and allow the dog in their yard. They had put out a bowl with water and I presume they were feeding him as well. What wonders never cease to amaze me.
I was quick to kick and turn my back on that mangy mutt. But my neighbors took him in and literally brought him back to life.
Why? ....really....WHY?
I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Their motivation, inspiration or angle my neighbors had. I could not figure it out.
...to make a long story short...
There are still people with a good heart out there. People who will always keep seeing things through rose colored glasses.
And that's okay. I'm glad to know there is still hope for us....for me!
REAPER OUT
With all this pandemic around us...we forget to be grateful for all the things that are good.
...good to us
..good for us
.and good for our lives.
But that's not what I'm writing about today....
I'm here to try and restore a bit of hope and faith in humanity.
Oh believe me...I'm just as surprised as you. Hearing Reaper trying to impart hope in us.
DEATH DREAD DESPAIR
...THAT WOULD BE THE NORM...
But like I said...NOT TODAY.
...I was sitting on my porch a few weeks ago smoking a cancer stick. Slyly thinking of things to so as soon as this country gets back to normal, when I noticed movement on the street in front. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a medium sized brown bundle coming closer. So I turn my head 35 degrees to the right, bringing the brown bundle into my direct line of sight. A Dog... A brown dog. That's what that movement was.
At first glance I saw nothing strange or wrong. Until I really started paying attention. Ribs. Stiff legs. Beaten glare.
This poor dog was obviously abandoned or a stray. And in very, very poor conditions. To be honest, I mentally gave him 2-3 days to live...yes, he was that bad.
I completely and quickly dismissed the dogs misfortune. Looked away from him and took another drag from my smoke. Rationanalizing...if I don't see him...I don't have to feel bad. I don't have to see the pain and suffering.
And a good rationalization it was.
....until I noticed that mangy mutt coming into the yard. And I wasn't going to have that...
I quickly bounced up to my feet and went to frighten the dog away from the house.
I yelled for him to go and approached him quite forcefully. The damn dog simply layed its weak, visibly bony body down on the ground and rolled over in a submissive manner. Then I did it.
...I kicked the dog. Hard...not hard enough to make him get up and leave. Or maybe it was pretty hard but the poor dog didn't have the energy or life to get up and leave. Having somewhat of a heart...I turned away from the dog and walked away. I simply turned my back, ignored the situation and went inside the house. Turning myself blind to what was outside. THE DAMN SCRAWNY MUTT
Everytime I went outside for the next few days I would see the dog. Here first..at the neighbors next. Simply wandering the neighborhood trying to survive. A drink of water or a scrap of food, he was in a ravenous need.
A few says ago I saw the dog again. But this time he was walking quite fluidly...as opposed to the stiff rigid images I remembered of him. And lo and behold...no visible ribs. He was actually looking very healthy.
...the neighbors...
They took it upon themselves to open their gates and allow the dog in their yard. They had put out a bowl with water and I presume they were feeding him as well. What wonders never cease to amaze me.
I was quick to kick and turn my back on that mangy mutt. But my neighbors took him in and literally brought him back to life.
Why? ....really....WHY?
I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Their motivation, inspiration or angle my neighbors had. I could not figure it out.
...to make a long story short...
There are still people with a good heart out there. People who will always keep seeing things through rose colored glasses.
And that's okay. I'm glad to know there is still hope for us....for me!
REAPER OUT
