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Honesty… doesn’t hurt as much…

 

Honesty… doesn’t hurt as much…

Simply put, Truth is the way it always should be… You can stop reading here… The rest of this is just my thoughts and feelings and mean very little.

If the words of the eyes are not true, then what good are the eyes… The only way in life is through truth and honesty… Life would be much better to know that what one sees and hears is the truth… The first time… And not some half-baked attempt at trying to keep one from being hurt by the truth… for we all know… The truth always seems to come out in the end… It is then, when we find out that what we felt was honesty was a lie… …That it hurts the most and does the greatest damage…

By telling your friend or lover, not what they want to hear, but what the truth is… you may sometimes hurt them a little at that particular time… but you will be saving them from a much bigger hurt down the line… By lying to them, all you are truly doing is saving yourself a bit of strife… This is but a short-term solution… Wouldn’t you really rather have the truth told now, than to find out later that you have been lied to all along?

To reiterate, truth may hurt a small bit at the initial telling of it… but if you lie to ‘protect’ the person you are talking to… you will always find that in the end, you have truly hurt them much more… much deeper… and to a greater extent… So, always do the easier thing… for you and your friend… Be honest… The first time… Every Time…

Getting down off my soap box… I am… just…

The Vegas Wizard

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Employer Discrimination Due to the Wearing of Religious Garb.

Mult-FaithsI just watched a television program which showed an undercover camera running as an employer refused to hire three different people (at different public interviews).  This was a set up to see what people around them would do.  Both the employer and the job applicants were actors.  But it made me think.

The three people consisted of people of three faiths.  One a Jewish man with a yarmulka skull cap, the second a Muslim lady with a head-scarf and the third as Sikh Indian man with a turban.

The ‘interview’ was carried out in a restaurant at one of the booths so others eating around them could over hear the conversation.  It would go something like this:  ‘Your qualifications here are great, and I see you have a lot of experience working at restaurants like this.  You are perfect for the job, but of course we have a uniform requirement’.  To the Jewish man he said that he could not wear the yarmulka (also called a kippah; to the Muslim lady he said she would not be allowed to wear her scarf; and to the Sikh man, he was told that his turban would not be allowed to be worn.  He stressed that this was company policy and had nothing to do with the religion.  They could practice whatever religion they wished, just not on the restaurant’s property while working.  Of course, all three ‘applicants’ were upset and explained that they wear it for deeply held religious reasons. Read more…

Satisfaction

Smoking Man

This is the story of a conversation between two newly weds, late at night, in the dark.  She will never remember it… He will never forget it.

You cant satisfy what I cant feel

 

What is wrong?” she asked as she look at him sitting naked on the edge of the California King, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“I guess I’m not as good as I use to be… or maybe I never was as good as I thought I was.” He whispered.

She leaned across the bed to give him a slap on the arm and said,“You can’t satisfy what I can’t feel.”Referring of course to her operation but six months earlier. This comment confused and cut him deep in the darkness, but he knew he couldn’t let her know.

She now had two six-inch titanium rods in her lower back and he didn’t know how many screws. The operation was suppose to rid her of her constant pain. They did relieve about 10 percent of it. No longer was she crying herself to sleep each night. But they must have also cut another nerve by mistake.

They had only been married six months when the doctors announced that she had a broken-back. A vertebrae in her lower back had snapped in two. It apparently had a hairline fracture for years, and finally let go. Without an operation she would never be out of that blinding pain. Something had to be done. The pain for her was burning. Too much for her to bear; too much for him to watch.

Yet as he sat there staring blankly at the ember of his cigarette he knew that comment cut him deeply.

‘You can’t satisfy what I can’t feel.’

He lived his entire life not just for his own pleasure. His partner’s pleasure was not just as important as his, but gave him even more pleasure than his very own.

Thinking about this now, he always knew that this was not the ‘manly’ way of things. He should just be happy to have his own whim satisfied, but he couldn’t change the way he was. And, being unable to satisfy his own wife, for whatever reason, cut into his manhood deeply.

“I love you.” came from the darkness. “I love you.” he whispered hoarsely…

Love

This tells of a cabin, I was in as a child… many years ago… Although I never lived in this beautiful cabin, we would visit it for a few weeks each year.  Because I moved from one home to another most of my childhood, never staying long in one place, this was my roots and the place to where my mind always wandered.

Love

Here we are, in our cabin sitting,

Eyes closed to the world, as is fitting.

For we are two who have become but one…

In this little cabin in the woods so deep.

Not a word is said, as we listen to the rain,

Pelting down upon the roof, we enjoy the game.

Droplet by droplet the sound dances on…

In this little cabin in the woods so deep.

The life we have chosen, is finally our own,

We need not speak, to express love’s tone.

The rain drizzles on as our worries drain…

In this little cabin in the woods so deep.

It was this life, we had desired to live,

And now what I have, to you I do give.

For this is the life, of dedication and love.

Where two hearts beat as if t’were one…

In this little cabin so deep in the woods.

The Psychiatrist

English: Low-resolution image of Samuel A. Car...

English: Low-resolution image of Samuel A. Cartwright, the psychiatrist. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The short story of a preeminent Psychiatrist who this man was advised to go visit.  This is the story of one man’s life and how his visions caused another to diagnose and prescribe more pills to the man.  Thankfully we have doctors like this, and often know where to go to find them.

The Psychiatrist

I told the doctor that often I have visions which invade my mind. Visions of a person talking to me; sometimes visions of people talking to each other, and still other times animals chatting among themselves… Yes, in English. He asked if I actually heard the words. Of course. They are as clear to me as he was sitting there next to me. I sometimes try to ignore those visions, but other times, I find them so interesting that I simply have to listen to them…. sometimes I have to watch the interactions among the several people. Is it constant? No, just quite often. Sometimes for hours during a day… sometimes not at all, but often for hours.

The doctor found my relating these visions quite fascinating, and sometimes they are, but I seem to have accepted them as mundane. They have been with me almost all my life. As I told him of these visions and sounds, he looked a bit worried. He knew that I was telling him the truth, that I am indeed hearing and seeing these things. I explained to him that this most often happened while I was at home, but occasionally when I was out. He asked if the visions were asking me to do bad things to others, and fortunately, rarely do they. The doctor took copious notes as we discussed these happenings.

The fact that I was not being compelled to do bad things seemed to give him some sort of relief, but he still had a worried look on his face as he asked if this happened while I was alone? (He knows live alone.) Yes, most often they do happen while I am at home. And quite often when I am alone. In fact, more often when I am alone at home than when I am with someone there. He wondered if I knew I was alone, even while I was hearing and seeing these visions. Yes, I know I am alone, and that there really is nobody there, but nonetheless I also know that they are there.

At the end of the 50 minute session, the doctor pulled out his prescription pad and started writing. I want you to fill and take this pill twice a day and this capsule at night before retiring. I believe we are going to want to see you twice a week for the next month and see where we go from there.

I dutifully took the papers he handed me and smiled weakly as I agreed to his requests. I sometimes do not understand these doctors, I thought as I walked out the door. I had answered all his questions truthfully and honestly and yet he just jumped to the conclusion that I was nuts. He drew that conclusion from his experiences, not mine. He mind decided that he knew enough to think I was crazy, insane maybe, and needed to have his services for a long time before I could get over the visions.

As I drove home I reflected on this man who sat there asking me questions and realized that it is not his fault that he was that way. Society gave him his degree and certified him, but society could never give him my experiences and my life.

I got out of my car, and entered my home and did what I normally do when I got home… I picked up the remote and turned on the television and listened and watched those visions in my head once more.

He was here… he really was.

He was here… he really was…

Where did daddy go?
He was just here… I know it…
I just saw him just yesterday…
We even played together…

He took me to the baseball game…
He even took me fishing…
We caught some big fishes…
Our team won the game…

Where did daddy go?
Daddy was here yesterday…
He took me to school,
We had ice cream at my party…

He took me to the great big zoo…
And even too the park…
We got to ride the roller coaster…
We even saw elephants…

Where did daddy go?
Why did daddy have to leave?
Mommy says he wont be back…
Where did daddy go?

Picture Yourself….

Picture Yourself…

Picture yourself walking down a mountain trail. You’re all alone. Nobody around for miles. Just the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The leaves rustling. The sunshine filtering in to land upon the grassy floor below. You pass by flowers as they amass in the field to your right. To your left a creek moves. You hear the bubbling of the brook as it flows over the rocks. And you sigh…

You sigh as you are truly relaxed here in this special place. This place you longed to be for so many years. This place you’ve dreamed of since you were so very young… This place you always felt safe in. This special place of yours. This place of beauty. Look. See those blue wildflowers as they spring up from the ground in that clearing. Smell the air. So fresh. The pine trees and the oak fill the air so wondrously…

Shhhh. Over there… A deer… No… A doe and her fawn just emerge from the forest. She looks up, and around… Senses you… And slowly moves her young away.

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