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JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER
Monday, April 27, 2009
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On my way with the bike to centre town, a protest against
Serving Foi Gras, in an upscale restaurant, this happened just before, and it should have really been my priority, and after Ed’s story this morning about dog napping, this almost looked like it, the little tiny thing trying to escape. I should have stopped them, and said something, but what? I did it a few times before, once a lady driving a bike full speed, in 30*degrees heat with a little pooch near collapse, I made her get him some water etc… her excuse he came from Saudi Arabia and was used to the heat, not to mention the racing bike….. Well this kind of stuff gets to me as you can see, and so I thought I’d share it with you. Please don’t be like me today a coward, please speak up.
A heavy heart it left behind,
My conscience deep in turmoil’s wrath,
Hesitate why I ask, I should have shouted,
Stop, what are you doing, instead I pouted,
Fast-moving, step by step a line they dragged behind,
And there a little pooch no bigger then a mouse they led,
Fighting to keep up, trying to get away, out of the leash,
It’s little head to one side; it didn’t look right kish,
By the time my thoughts had functioned to collect themselves,
A proper response they were going fast, I stopped the bike,
Arguing with myself, should I, or shouldn’t I turn around to follow,
Why I ask now every minute, was my mind so hollow?
Or an indecisive heart to keen to be too nice and kind,
Too shallow maybe even blind, Ideas I had, I did all this before,
Why not now, for the moment my whole Sunday went down the drain,
This does really bother me, my heart it goes insane.©
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|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|I know what you mean, Jasmin. I have a million if only I had dones laying on my heart. Remember the shortest verse of the Bible, "Jesus wept." Even he was grieved by what little he could do about it all in human form. Take an admonition from my father, "All you can do is the best you can do, and that's all you can do." And that includes those inevitable oversights...........Jerry|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|hindsight is always keen Jasmin -- you do what you can, but one alone will not see nor save everyone -- thanks be that we have folks like yourself looking, helping most of the time -- others, do nothing -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|You let that thought out into the universe, Jasmin. More likely than not someone behind you probably said or did something. This will give you the resolve to do it next time. Some of us are just naturally reticent and don't want to offend. With age, I've lost that quality, lol. You're NOT hollow or you wouldn't have penned this write. If you feel you must do penance, volunteer at the animal shelter.And as Jackie put it--you're doing a service by posting this!|
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|Your heart should not weep for what few you were not able to help, but sing for all that you have been able to do, J.H. And you open many eyes with your caring words, dear friend!
Many Blessings and Much Love - Micke
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|Hi Jasmin, Again, don't be so hard on yourself. We've all been in similar situations when we should have, but didn't, for some unknown reason. You not being able to say anything does not make it your fault. The fault still falls on the one holding the leash. It is sad, but you can only take care of your own. Stay strong, my friend. You are a gentle soul with a big heart....
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I should have stopped them, and said something, but what?
As Eileen says, we can't save the world. Sometimes I say something, and sometimes I don't. But more often than not when I do say something, I make enemies. If only most humans were as smart as most animals, we'd probably never have to say anything at all.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|If you left a baby in a car under the sun with all windows closed people will cry blue murder, but a dog? that, are not their business.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|We in the over fifty age group, as humans, were conditioned from an early age by parents, schools, governments and religions to mind our own business, not ask questions and respect our neighbours privacy. The sixties broke this pattern but not the habit completely. The fact that you cared and felt remorse shows your heart is in the right place and others will be solaced from this write as well.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Jasmin, you can't save the world,I know you try,but don't be so hard on yourself, the majority don't even give it a thought! I know you help when you can!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|vividly descriptive proem and poem ...|