Tag: Integrity

Be careful what you wish for

Barbed Wire Sunset

Anger that cannot be expressed in words of single syllables

Spoken with such venom as to frighten e’en the brave

Words, frustration-born and vicious, defamation in their wake

To punish those whose motives are only true and just

Speech that tolerates no mercy with honour cast aside

Respect a mere illusion the upright to deride

Assassinate the character of those who came to help

Creating phantom sickness to cover true intent

Wild accusations flying ‘gainst those who came to rescue

Whose only “crime” is caring, who saved you from yourself

A soap box, neatly positioned to spout specious arguments

Before so-called friends, while victims stay publicly silent,

Protecting the integrity of those dishonouring them

And of those who would suffer most

And why?

Perhaps a need to justify a conscience seared with sin

Perhaps because of jealousy barely hidden deep within

Perhaps because of knowing the ignored advice was wise

Perhaps because the innocent are unable to defend themselves

Brazen conduct masquerades as indignation

Against the protectors of future generations

A challenge thrown down to those who turn the other cheek

Be careful what you wish for, oh would-be assassin

You might just get it

And who will you hide behind, then?

Something to think about

Lions

Father and mother are definitions of physical facts

Daddy and Mammy are privileges that have to be earned

Each day is precious

If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?

This is an impossible choice.

Every year has its good points and every year has its bad points. And reliving them wouldn’t change a thing.

Each day in each year is precious. They shape us, they change us, and they leave us alone. They give us experiences, whether good or bad. And yet, good or bad, they are precious.

Each day so far has made us what we are. And that’s precious. We are what we are because of each and every one of those days.

I wouldn’t want to relive any day, let alone any year. It might change my view of that day, or that year. And maybe then, I wouldn’t be the person I am. And maybe then, I wouldn’t want to relive that year.

No. It’s an impossible choice. Because every day is precious.

That journey into the self

What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching?

Trecco Bay Sunset

I took that journey into myself, that “road less traveled”. And I came out the other side a better person.

Charity Donations

What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street?

Some years ago, a friend told me what his wife does with money she finds on the street, usually being coins of very little individual value, the sort of small change that could never be returned to the original owner.

But my friend was very conscious that she didn’t want to take what belonged to someone else and use it for her own purpose.

She used to pick them up, often single pennies, and keep them in a jar. She did this for a whole year. Then, every year, she would count up what was in the jar, purely out of interest, and donate the whole contents of the jar to charity.