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I certainly hope so!!!

I drive through the streets feeling somewhat melancholic, but can’t figure out why! I look to my left and there stands a man with tattered clothing and looking quite weathered. To my right there are a few people sitting around tables sipping on their latte’s. What was it that was bothering me?

I continue on and park my car in the shopping centre, head in to get what basic necessities we need, this seemed automatic, almost like I am programmed, even this seems to be bothering me. I walk past many, not once do our eyes meet, some even charge past knocking me as if I am invisible.

Then I hop into my car, my good old camry and what is sitting next to me is a brand new BMW… “mmm… that could feed a small country”, I think.

Then I continue on my way home and sit on my front verandah watching the sky, pondering, wondering, why am I still so flat and tired.

Ahhhhh, then it comes to me….

Every day, we walk past people we don’t know, we don’t even for a moment really consider what their life is about, and we definately do not consider that this person could be someone that loves, and we could love and cherish. Regardless of race, sex, disability etc You definately do not see as much anymore, someone smiling, or even acknowledging you, this is tremendously sad. They are so caught up in their lives, their work, their mortgage, the money in their pockets, they have forgotten to live. We have all become extremely selfish, and all that matters is whether we get that plasma tv or not.

Then there is that man with the tattered clothes. This is a man who many will judge, who will call him a dole bludger and some will even make fun of him. But what is his story? He has one just like the rest of us, he may be a veteran, he may suffer post traumatic stress. He may be ill, have lost all his family, or maybe, he has just given up on life, if so, he must have a good reason. Who knows, what right do we have to judge this man, or others like him. This brings me to my next point.

How can we sit there sipping our latte’s when there is someone in front of us who obviously needs some help. How can we go and buy BMW’s when there are those who are living in tents on the outskirts of our cities, in our own country, who can’t afford to live in a house. And what about those who have to get food parcels to survive out the week, they are not all drug addicts/dole bludgers, they are people, and even if they have issues with drugs or other substances, what right do we have to judge them. We have not walked a day in their shoes, we are no better than them because we have material possessions!

Consideration, understanding, community spirit are gone!

How can we live our lives with our eyes so closed? We need to come outside of ourselves and see the bigger picture. By looking after our fellow man we are looking after ourselves, we are showing that it is wrong to judge, it is wrong to be self-righteous. So will we ever see such compassion again?


I certainly hope so!!!


Brisbane, Australia

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This is my train of thought, I have found lately that I am looking at things completely differently… I wanted to share this because I truly believe it is important.

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