Okay, think back to the last time you passed an accident. I'm talking, mangled cars on the road with an ambulance, fire truck, and two cop cars.
Did you look?
Chances are you did, because for some reason, it is in our nature to observe tragic circumstances. It also seems to be in our nature to pass judgment on these "trainwrecks."
Think about "Octomom," did you pass judgment on that trainwreck? I'm sure you did. What about Charlie Sheen? Yeah? I'm sure I could continue to name "trainwreck" after "trainwreck" and I'm sure you had a judgmental thought or two, or even more about each one. I know I'm guilty of them too! However, why is it that we feel so comfortable judging these people, most of them we'll never personally know.
Lately, I've heard a lot of people judge a certain "trainwreck" one that I will not name as it is completely and utterly tragic. I will say that it is high profile and many people are throwing around the "off with their head" sentiment about the individual involved.
Why do they feel compelled to pass judgment? Why are we going with the kneejerk, emotional response, instead of cooling our head and waiting for the rational and logical thoughts? Why must we respond to everything with "Kill them!" Instead of waiting for the facts and hoping for justice and mercy?
This makes me sad that many are quick to anger and lust for blood, instead of wait for the truth and facts to be revealed.
Even those that may be faced with the truth and facts refuse to think other than "blood, blood, blood." Why? What good does that accomplish? Why do people desire this so much?
Just a few thoughts tonight my friends, just the both of us (TJ and I) wondering why people seek death and destruction instead of truth and mercy.
TJ wanted me to add this:
"A Dog's Purpose from a 6 year old"
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?"
The six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
TJ wanted me to add this:
"A Dog's Purpose from a 6 year old"
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?"
The six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
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