Thursday, July 31, 2008

Unequitably equal…


‘She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes’

-Sade, in Pearls




What time of the day is it?

What has transpired since the moment you woke up after sleeping for…how long? Eight hours?

Did you have breakfast/lunch/dinner already?

Are you at work?

Then you are lucky…

Many out there sleep much less than you…

Many don’t have anything to eat…

Some can’t even hope to get a job…

…and we live under the same blue sky, our beautiful days lit by the bright sun that blesses us as it caresses our skin, and curses others with its scorching flames.

There are people out there in different countries that are so unfortunate they don’t even have our help. All they get from us is pity.

Well, for those of you who are blind, let me tell you one thing. You don’t have to cross the oceans to find people in misery.

Was that beggar in the corner truly a drug addict? Has he/she always been one? What if she was someone like YOU in the past?

Extend your hand to help another.

Lesson learned: Don’t think good things, DO good deeds.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is a wonderful concept. As we sit in our air-conditioned homes, with plenty of food in our belly and some money in the bank, we seem to forget the inequities that exist within this world. Of course, we may not be able to buy everything our consumer-oriented hearts desire. But consider this, two-thirds of the world's population live on less than $2 a day. The truth is we may all have been created equal but we are certainly not equal. We say that this is because we worked hard and the others didn't, but is this really so?

Many times it is easier just to discount the man on the side of the road begging for something to eat as a "bum" but the reality is we attach this label on this person so that we are able to rationalize our unwillingness to help this person. Of course, this person (who may have been once like us) may never receive a "helping hand" and as such will continue to be a victim of society and in a final act of desperation may resort to drugs or violence, and when he does we can rest easy knowing that he in fact was a "bum". Was he? Or was it our inaction that made him this way?