And What Really Happens To The Good Guys?
Two of the most wonderful people in my life have been stricken with cancer. My father, who succumbed a few years ago to prostrate and esophageal cancer, and my aunt who is literally fighting for her life now with lung cancer, which seems to be ravaging her body with a fury. What really worries me the most is Nanny, because she already lost one son, and now she is about to lose another child. But what really happens to the good guys? I mean why does it seem as though the good guys suffer most while the hellish live long and prosper?
It seems like throughout the ages, those that suffer are those pure in heart, while the blackened heart brims with life. A life no doubt that savagely sucks the life out of the good walking the streets unconfined and satiated. The good, or as some would like to use the expression, "the meek" die countless deaths while laying in wait of the predator...humankind...Sound familiar?
Jesus died for our sins, just as the pure in heart die for the evil ones. Yet nothing has changed in the world, the political ferment produced a leadership not even worthy of support...Still we die by the thousands because our race or religion is not acceptable, or because our children cannot find another alternative for the anger that festers inside them (I keep saying this and I will keep saying this...the children are a product of their environment, their homes....if we cannot control ourselves, how can we expect our children to?)...Our lives are are parallel to those who lived and died thousands of years ago...nothing in this world has changed...the game may have new players, but the rules are still very much the same: divide and conquer...and the meek still have yet to inherit the earth...So what really happens to the good guys?
My grandmother lived long in this world, yet the grief I felt when she said to me that she should have been the one who died before her children, those words echoed in my head as I watched my grandmother's spirit wilt away. Now the feelings of grief sweep over her again, leaving me with goosebumps....that old familiar feeling is back, the loss, the pain, the heartbreak....the good guys...and I'd die a thousand times over to save the life of them....
It seems like throughout the ages, those that suffer are those pure in heart, while the blackened heart brims with life. A life no doubt that savagely sucks the life out of the good walking the streets unconfined and satiated. The good, or as some would like to use the expression, "the meek" die countless deaths while laying in wait of the predator...humankind...Sound familiar?
Jesus died for our sins, just as the pure in heart die for the evil ones. Yet nothing has changed in the world, the political ferment produced a leadership not even worthy of support...Still we die by the thousands because our race or religion is not acceptable, or because our children cannot find another alternative for the anger that festers inside them (I keep saying this and I will keep saying this...the children are a product of their environment, their homes....if we cannot control ourselves, how can we expect our children to?)...Our lives are are parallel to those who lived and died thousands of years ago...nothing in this world has changed...the game may have new players, but the rules are still very much the same: divide and conquer...and the meek still have yet to inherit the earth...So what really happens to the good guys?
My grandmother lived long in this world, yet the grief I felt when she said to me that she should have been the one who died before her children, those words echoed in my head as I watched my grandmother's spirit wilt away. Now the feelings of grief sweep over her again, leaving me with goosebumps....that old familiar feeling is back, the loss, the pain, the heartbreak....the good guys...and I'd die a thousand times over to save the life of them....
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