Thursday, January 3, 2008
Whining
This is the rant of a selfish spoilt child, the one that falls between the prized first born grandchild and the prized first male grandchild. This is the rant of the one in between. You don’t realize you are the one in between at first. Being the one in between is not so bad anyway, as long as you aren’t stubborn, opinionated, feisty, and strong willed. But what if you are all those things? Growing up in a society where boys are prized possessions in a family of girls is not easy. Being the one in between is no fun either. So this is where the girl in between has come to bitch and moan about being in between, being shipped off to another country to live as the in between, life as the in between and planning a wedding as an in between. This is the girl in betweens reflections about the past, her concerns about the present and her hopes and fears about the future. This is me in between.
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God forgive me when I whine
Today upon a bus I saw a lovely girl with golden hair. I envied
her - she seemed so gay - and wished I were as fair. But suddenly
she rose to leave. I saw her hobble down the isle, she had only one
leg and wore a crutch, but as she passed, a smile…
Oh, God forgive me when I whine,
I have two legs, the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold them had such charm. I
stopped to talk to him, he seemed so glad - if I was late could do
no harm. As I left he said to me, “I thank-you, you had been so
kind. It’s nice to talk to folks like you, you see,” he said, “I am
blind.”
Oh, God forgive me when I whine,
I have two eyes, the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of
blue. He stood and watched the others play, he did not know what to
do. I stopped a moment and said, “Why don’t you join the others,
dear?” He looked ahead without a word and then I knew, he couldn’t
hear.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine,
I have two ears, the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I go, with eyes to see the sun-set glow,
with ears to hear what I would know.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine,
I am blessed indeed, the world is mine!
Be persistent and never forget how blessed you are with what you've been given. I once heard the actor, Michael J. Fox, discuss his experience with Parkinson's disease and he shared this story. One day God called a meeting and brought a small group of people together. Each had a problem that they were facing and God offered them the opportunity to put their problem in the middle of the room and exchange it with another person's problem. After they each had laid their problem down and looked over all the other problems available they picked up their old problem and returned to their seat. The moral of the story being that our problems really aren't that bad when compared to the suffering that others are dealing with. This keeps it all in perspective.
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