For the most part, people don’t intend to hurt one another.
At least that’s what I’d like to believe.
Half of the time they don’t even know they have. They get busy, self
involved and sometimes careless then, according to the law of physics,
**it happens. Their actions cause reactions that they never anticipated.
They drive too fast through life, clipping the mailboxes and denting the
doors of the ones closest to them without ever knowing.
Other times it’s a hit and run.
They realize after the impact that their recklessness has caused
damage but they’re too scared, ashamed or too proud to face it.
Maybe they think it can’t be fixed. Maybe they’re afraid of
the consequences. Maybe they pretend to forget.
Whatever the case I’m sure it wasn’t their intention to harm but rather
their lack of attention.
It’s a shame because they not only hurt the other but now they carry the
burden of veiled guilt, which brings a different kind of pain and
I have heard so often that life is a rat race. A rat race?
This life is not a rat race; it’s NASCAR in a Wal Mart parking lot on
Somewhere in the midst of all the chaos there is a flagman waving a
bright red flag and screaming at the top of his voice but no one hears
him. Those on their feet are racing in circles in vie of first place while the
one on the ground is crying, I just wanted a new DVD player for my
_jrh August 24, 2011