Some of my whys of life.

First off I want to say that the response from my readers was very gratifying after my last column was published. It dealt with my intermost feelings after my heart surgery, and was very personal, but I thought that it needed to be said. So thanks for all those who gave it their praise. It did come from the heart.

I have been asked by one of my readers, if  I ever have something bad to say about what goes on in this world. He said that most of my topics are about the old days, and the rest are about the beauty of this place we call earth. He wanted to know if there are any things that happen, which set me off, getting me real mad, and making me want to change it.

Well, you know there are some things that tick me off, but I was raised to accept what I couldn't change, and to do something about those things that I can change. So this article is about things that people do, and my feelings toward them. I do want to make this statement about what I write is my opinion, and not of this newspaper or of any of my friends or family. All people have different ways at looking at a situation and how to solve it. so here goes.

Have you ever been asked by a friend , if it is right to do something?  Well, I have been raised to know that if you have to ask, then it is probaly wrong to do it.  Why is it that most people will be rushing to get something done, and most of the time they are late?  I say that if you start out a little earlier, you won't be late. Dad always said that to be a hour early is a lot better than being a minute late. Why is it that when you get behind a car that is moving too slow, and you get over in the next lane to pass it, that car will always speed up? And to add to that, why is it that you can be in a lane that is moving too slow, and you see several trucks in that lane, so you go over to the fast lane, and what happens? The trucks that take a lot of time to change gears will still go faster than you will. Also why is it that there will be a car waiting at a stop sign, and as soon as you get close, that car will pull out in front of you? The only thing that I can say about that ,is that I try to pay attention to the car in front of the car in back of me.

Why is it that when you pick out a great seat at a ballgame or a show, a person with a big hat or one that is tall will sit in front of you.?  Why is it that when you think that you are feeling real bad, there is another that feels worst than you do? Why is it that you hear something that really sounds great and then when you are really able to do it, you find out that it wasn't true?  Why is it that the grass always looks greener on the other side until you get over there and find out that it isn't?

Why is it that there is always someone out there, that as soon as they get the power to do something, they try to change something that is alright the way it is?  Why is it that there are those out there that seem to know what you are going through, even though they have never walked in your shoes. Why is it that the head doctors in the mental places will plant the thoughts in the patient's head that it always starts out with childhood abuse? Why is it that we allow people to judge someone by accusing them of  a crime, without any evidence, thus causing that person to get a lawyer to defend them?  Money is  lost here as well as even though they are found innocent, that person will always have that stigma of being accused of the evil deed. How can it be that even though they are found not guilty, they can still be found guilty in a civil suit on the same charge? Thank goodness that this has never happened to me, because I would be getting in someone's face to change that law. Just maybe, it should be changed anyway.

There are many things that are in the books , that I personally would like to do something about, but I have to be honest about it and say that it will take someone a lot more powerfull than me to change it. So do I get mad about all of these things?  I don't get mad, but I get disgusted about them. Life is too short to blow up about things that you can't do anything about. I try to go by what I was taught as a child. Live your life as best as you can, and make it something that you are proud of. To live in someone else's shoes without ever trying them on is impossible. To know how the other person feels is impossible to do unless you listen.  I was taught that life is short, but death is a lot shorter.

So as you and I go through life as it is, we stop and smell the roses and we know that life on this earth is great, even though we know that there are parts of it that we would like to change. To wake up each morning to a new day is a blessing, and what we do with it is up to us. To fall asleep at night, knowing that it was a great day, is all that we can ask for. So if I have said anything here that helps to make your day, then I am very happy to have done so. Just remember that we walk a road of life, that has many detours and sometimes many deep holes that you either fall in or you walk around. How you walk that road , decides how your life is either good or bad. So until next time, I bid you the best of everything, and GOD BLESS. Be sure to catch my web page where all my writings are posted. As always this has been straight from the heart.   Ray"Uncle Ray" Day

 

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