Progress or Regress

It was late evening.  My wife drove me to the emergency room.  While she parked the car, I went up to the admissions desk.  I showed my hand to the clerk and asked, do you need to explain why I’m here.  Even though she smiled, she also displayed the proper empathy.

My wife had warned me a few times about walking at night.  I had even been stopped by the police and warned, that is, after they asked what I was doing.  There are thieves out there.  Some have knives and some even have guns.  However, you must understand, it is cooler at night and I need my exercise.

So, generally I walked about two miles a night.  The nice thing about walking is that it exercises some of the largest muscles in the body.  More that that, walking helps to pump blood through the body.  This helps to distribute the nutrition and flush out the poisons.

On this particular night, it was neither thief nor even a gunman that assaulted me.  My problem was a pine-cone.  After I stepped on it, I was on the pavement before I knew it.

At this point, I started to wonder if a knife might have been less painful.

I mean; I really hurt, pretty much all over.  It was as if someone picked me up and slammed me to the ground.  In a way, it was worse.  I never saw it coming.

I started taking account of everything when I realized that one of my fingers was pointing the wrong way.  As I held my hand in front of me, it was pointing to the right, not up as the others.  Immediately, I realized that was not so good.

In spite of my best efforts, I couldn’t get up.  It reminded me of the commercial where the person calls out, “Help.  I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”  I lay there in street a short distance from the curb.  I wondered if I should have carried a flare with me.  I mean, it was dark.  I did have some fear that someone might run over me before they saw me.

Fortunately, I did have my cell phone with me and, like ET, I phoned home.  It did not take long for my wife to reach me.  I was right in front of my house when that lethal pinecone attacked me.

Well, most of the rest, you already know.  She helped me to my feet and drove me to the hospital.  There, they determined that I had one shattered one knuckle and dislocated another on my right ring finger.

I knew about dislocations.  I had seen enough TV to know that it is painful to fix them.  Well, I just had it confirmed.  When that PA took my finger and straightened it, I jumped straight up off that gurney.  I don’t know how I did that, but I was literally two inches above it.  Thinking I was going to hit her, she jumped back about four feet and she was ready to retreat even more.

Unbelievably, I thanked her.  Now, when is the last time you ever thanked someone for causing incredible pain.  Besides that, I assured her that I knew what was coming and I would have never hurt her.  I did mention that I preferred that it might have been better had she not snuck up on me like that.

I got another one of those smiles, you know, one that was accompanied with empathy.

Believe it or not, I was referred to a hand specialist.  I did not even know that there was such a thing.  He put wires in my finger.  They kept my finger from bending sideways while allowing it to bend properly.  Then he told me to bend it a lot… to keep it from freezing in one position.

Then after a few weeks, he decided to cause me more pain.  The wires had to come out and he decided the best way was to use a big pair of wire cutters.  He cut the wire four times.  (I suppose I should mention that the wire was stainless steel, very strong, very difficult to cut.)

I know it does seem strange, but sometimes, those that want to help us cause us pain, sometimes a lot.  Conversely, some folks who help us mean us harm.

In one of my books, “Stormy,” I try to illustrate this.  I consider the book my best.  I don’t guess my readers agree with me.  I have sold but one.  Also, it is the only one that was commercially edited.  It cost me $8500.  I don’t think I’ll make it back at this rate.

Getting back to my main point, the Bible tells us that work is a blessing from God.  Though the Bible doesn’t say as much, I believe it is a proper conclusion that when a nation deprives a person of work, he is robbed of a blessing, though many will emphatically deny it.

Many times I have been approached by beggars.  I am not talking about people who have disabilities.  I am speaking of healthy able-bodied people who use deceit to get a person to give them money.  I might mention that the deceit is thinly veiled.  They beg for money to buy food.  I offer to buy them a meal, and they go to their next mark.

The fact is that if I give them the money, I teach them that they can survive by begging.  If we all deny them, they just might go out and get a job.  Therefore, by giving him money, I do him a disservice.  You deprive him of one of God’s richest blessings.

All of us come to hard times from time to time.  When I first got out of the Marines, I did accept some help for a few weeks.  Those were hard times.  Looking back on it, I don’t know how I made it, but I did.  I won’t go through the explanations, but I took no money from the government, just a small loan from my wife’s grandmother.

Moreover, let me say this, when you take welfare from the government government, then you become a slave to those who run the government.

 

Speaking specifically about the democrats, it is their hope to arrange giveaway programs.  That way, they can enslave the population, or at least a large part of it.  To some degree, they have succeeded already.  Those on the dole are afraid that they will lose their freebees.  Therefore, they already control your vote.  If ever they achieve complete control of the government, then they control of everyone.  We will all lose our freedom.

By the way, those on the dole now will work.  The government will make sure of it.  It is the way of socialists.  They use giveaways to gain control.  Then, once they have control, they remove the giveaways.

It is the pattern.  It is the one they have used since the early 1900’s.  It is how they took over Russia, China, Cuba and many others.  They promise Utopia.  Over and over, they have succeeded in their deceit.  Yet, wherever they rule, it is far from Utopia.  For those who like to hug trees, the socialistic countries have the worst records for the environment.  Their only interest is themselves.  I assure you, those in the leadership of Venezuela don’t go hungry.  They live in their nice big air conditioned houses with their servants while those who were promised Utopia go through garbage cans trying to find a morsel that might last the day.  If they don’t succeed, they go to sleep hungry.  If they do succeed, who knows what kind of disease they might pick up?

Even more, they have been robbed of their blessing, work.  Now they beg, not by choice, but of necessity.

I would encourage one and all to vote republican.  More than that, avoid relying on the government for your survival.  If you do rely on Uncle Sam, you will be a slave and the elite will live like royalty.  The socialists call themselves progressives.  Yet, if they succeed at taking control, it will be a regression back to the dark ages.

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