You Have Always With You
Homeless People Books
|The plight of the poor in distant lands always ignites the flame
of public concern. Yet there are people walking our streets who are too poor and too
forlorn to even warrant attention. Like the unclean leper in years past these people have
lost all hope of ever sharing the American dream of a home, or even salvation. When death
mercifully falls their lot not even a stone shall be turned in their personal behalf; not
one tear shall be shed.
By what standard are they rejected. By what office are they scorned. If mere failure has cast them out of our human race then where was that line drawn?
These men, these women who struggle on to survive should not be condemned for that struggle. They are still our kin. Of one blood and one father have we all sprung. Perhaps some of them do deserve to reap all of what they have sown. Perhaps most of their current actions should not fill us with love or respect.
But would our own reactions be any less shallow or distressed in such a covertly conferred status of lost souls? How much different would our spirits be if, when our desperate hour of need arose, every hand of kindness were turned against us, every avenue of relief were denied -- and we were the ones so persistently despised and scorned. How would we bear up when any claim for compassion through the common origin in the brotherhood of man was met with angry denials?
Can we be so sure they deserve their lot? Can we even be sure that in their hearts does not ring great human inspirations or even the stirrings of a poet's divine soul? Might not some greatness lie twisted and unrevealed in that forsaken path where they trod? When even trained doctors admit they cannot fathom the thoughts of an average human mind, can we be so sure these few would still be derelicts if not assaulted with indignities on every side?
They are the final victim in the food chain of American Predators. Those who can't peck on nobody else peck on them. They are the ones most likely to get killed for a pair of socks.
Is it any wonder so many in their plight are considered mentally ill? Doing without in the midst of plenty, where every gratification is instant for the teeming throng, and they have none; living where there are none so forgotten or despised as those who cannot afford to get on welfare; this is hardly the road to sainthood for the common run of man.
Twice-a-year remembrance offerings are scarcely enough to cleanse our consciences. True compassion is never a fluctuating outburst but must be a continuous struggle to uplift and to protect.
The answer for those who may never again be able to cope with this life may be care in an institution. Should we we give them any less? Perhaps grouply governed shelter could be provided in some crumbling, tax-burdened building to serve others as a base from which to rebuild shattered lives. Perhaps the opportunity to restore a mind and body with rest and simple labor in the open air could be given to those who would prefer the countryside.
The answer society gives is not mine to suggest. But one answer must be eternally stricken from the slate. The option of ignoring them or hating them for what they cannot achieve must be irrevocably withdrawn from our lists of response. For when we deny them the respect due them as human beings then we have denied and slandered our own heritage.
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And then, we have these essays in the GENERAL ESSAYS category which don't seem to fit anywhere in particular:
By Reason Alone.. That Roosevelt can do no wrong is Burroughs's opinion; and that Burroughs is always right is Roosevelt 's opinion. Both are agreed that animals do not reason. They assert that all animals below man are automatons and perform actions only of two sorts 'mechanical and reflex 'and that in such actions no reasoning enters at all. They believe that man is the only animal capable of reasoning and that ever does reason.
No man is an island, is an old saying that was meant to say that no man stood alone, but needed help from others, and gave strength to others. But, here is the story of an island that was a man. In the short history of time, there was one island that was a monument to a single man. It starts out like a fairy tale.. Once upon a time there was a barren island. This almost insignificant little man was sent off to this barren island and turned it into a mirror of his soul and the fulfillment of his vision. One stick at a time he turned his barren island into a work of lasting, world-renowned beauty and peace, an island where the nightingales sang songs of singular wonder ne'er found elsewhere since this little man set down roots on a barren island, and bloomed.
Have you ever noticed that most of man's dreams are based on false assumptions. We dream of loping free with the wolves, but really don't like fleas. We dream of the security that lambs must feel, but don't want to be sheared. We dream of being lions, but gag at eating raw meat. We dream of being loved, but can't see the way or take the time to make ourselves lovable.
Was There EVER A Man On The Moon? How far can reason alone take us from the beaten path of acknowledged history?
A Definition Of History by Leo Tolstoy gives us yet another peg to hang our ratiocinations upon.
Definition of Art?
Charity never faileth, especially when our hearts fill to overflowing with charity.
When Theories fail.. Petty science teachers can rage until doomsday that no two snowflakes are identical, but until every snowflake that has ever fallen or ever shall fall is matched against every other snowflake that has already fallen or ever shall try to fall -- the identical snowflake theory remains just a theory resting on its oars out there in lolly-gagging land.
Deliberate Fraud: Evolutionists resort to the lowest forms of fraud in order to gain more believers. Down and Dirty with Darwin Evolutionists are now feeling so battered that university professors advise their students not to discuss this theory with non-believers. "Sounds like a religious cult to me," say some.
Global Warming freezes thermometers 57 years ago there was this silly theory running through the kitchen that said "the quickest way to freeze ice was to fill the ice trays with boiling water. There are still a few old house wives that believe it works. These days it's the pseudo-scientists that believe global warm winds tearing through the polar regions will make the ice caps freeze solid and start a new ice age!
Man, the Meanie of the Planet. This is a high resolution pdf document so you can print it out and hang it on the wall. Be sure to RIGHT Click the link, and save it to your computer.
Fuzzy Logic Clarified This is another essay you will want to keep handy where you can print it out.
Are we forever Doomed? An essayic poem by Rudyard Kipling
I see Grandpa. He's calling out for me.
God Does Not Fit -- by Lance Nalley
That first day of school
A Break From Boredom -- by Lance Nalley
INVICTUS... Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit, from pole to pole
The gods and Heroes of the Ancient World
Staunch, steadfast, loyal and true. What better friend can a man have?
The House By The Side Of The Road
Friendship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson. A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. I fancied he was fled, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again, -- O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red, All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, And is the mill-round of our fate A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair.
This Web is MY Web
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
The Moon on Six Pence Uncle Bob was an unforgettable character who traveled the world on bargain rates and golden smiles!
The Almost Good Housekeeping monograph is a good excuse for the harried homemaker to put off until tomorrow all those burdens of yesteryear, and quit trying so hard.
Sex before the Sax: The first thing I learned about Lois was she had a label for being froward. Kids at school said she had had sex with Alfred. Not long after I arrived, another boy came forward to admit he had made a score at her door.
Old Rattler, and the King Snake.
Pleasures of the open fire: The Fireplace Revisited.
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