To every critic, I have to ask, 'What have you done to make this issue better?'
When people have criticized or complained about me in my life, I always hoped they would teach me another way to think, act, or pray so they would have nothing to complain about. If only they would have shared their understanding with me rather than express their dislike to their associates; if only they could have helped me be a better person.
Critics would not have a job or income without the failings of others. It is sad that in relationships people seem to enjoy the failings of others as though a free entertainment or hearing an inner mantra, 'I'm glad that's not me' as they stand on the sidelines taking a video to post on social networks or call their friends on the phone, 'You'll never guess who I just saw and what they did.' Sadly, social networking rarely involves the search for truth. Humanity has become the prize for the thrill of the chase.
Respect for humanity is a constant, exhausting task that often demands the highest work ethic. Do we love watching evil so much that we have become numb to the suffering of others?
What happened to us? Why doesn't anyone call for help when seeing a violent assault or someone in an emergency situation?
How many onlookers does it take to overpower a crazed attacker with a baseball bat?
If the bat is scary, are there no other options such as cell phone 911 or scream 'Help.'
How many onlookers does it take to ask someone in distress, 'Can I help you?'
Onlookers waited and depended on the survalance devise to help the boy dying...he died, but I suppose they thought it's ok since there was a working security devise.
Now I am at retirement age and all I have to offer is, 'if only someone could have an easier life than I had.' Not only God has freely given His wisdom, but life lessons came hard and very clearly understood by God's mercy and grace. So the bread cast on the waters, just as my sins carried away by the current, I freely give my mistakes and my triumphs.
What is there to lose?
