A Jaded America

We always reference kids but very rarely ask their opinion. Our inexperience might be what gives us the ability to teach our elders something, due to the fact that we are not jaded or cynical.
Adora Svitak

What an amazing quote!

I have ALWAYS been a believer of listening to our youth, mainly because I was a youth that had something to say. Till this day I suffer the never ending cycle of being the young buck of the crew at work or school. Not a bad problem to have, right? Wrong! Because as usual, my age has played a huge number in people counting me out. I have been underestimated at just about every turn… and honestly, I love it because I have proven people wrong more times than I have been underestimated. Nevertheless, listen to our youth people many of them have something to say!

Now onward to the moral of today’s ramblings. Today as I sat at a light, driving home from yet another doctors appointment I came upon a homeless couple asking for money at the light. If you know anything about me, you know I ALWAYS give. Unfortunately, I have been in a situation before that I watched my money walk right into a liquor store. From that point, I have always been very hesitant to give money although I always give in the end. This time I did the same thing I always do, I sat and looked at the couple. Male and female, the man was blind and walking with his walking stick. The woman was in shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt, hair astray. The moment I realized I wished my mom was sitting next to me to slap me came next. I realized I was literally sitting there clocking what they were wearing and weighing whether or not I would give them anything. In those 45 seconds I literally was ashamed of myself! Who the hell was I to pass judgement on someone asking for help. If I gave them money and they spent it on alcohol, well then I hope they had a good time. In all honestly, I nearly slapped the hell out of myself.

I was so angry at myself. I gave them money, like I knew I would regardless and drove off. When they approached the car and were so grateful, the feeling of shame overwhelmed me. The man was in fact blind, you could see the cataract over both of his eyes clear as day…. BUT it didn’t matter!

In the end, I was so mad at myself I nearly cried. Again, who was I to question their need. This judgement is not my job, this job is for the lord himself (or whomever/ whatever you choose to believe in). Honestly if he was P Diddy standing at the corner I would have still gave him money, because how about if he was just having a bad day! I left my wallet at home 3 times this month alone. I was low in gas recently. How about if my bad day got worse and I had a tire blow out and I needed help? Again, WHO THE FUCK WAS I! PFFT!

So I started really taking stock of the situation, what has made me so jaded! I blamed it on myself for allowing the influence of society to take up any space in my head. I started questioning myself about when did this happen. I am such a child at heart, why start being jaded now!?!?! Hence the quote about children and the listening to them. 6 year old me would have slapped me twice at my hesitation!

I drove home and decided I needed to share. People, what are we doing? Why have we allowed things to jade us to the point that we will question helping our fellow brothers? What the hell is wrong with us?

NOW, if a homeless person spits on you…. THAT’S a whole different ball game (Sorry inside joke of a real situation)…

In all honesty guys, what are we doing to this world? Why are we not helping our fellow brothers or sisters. I don’t blame it on anyone but myself for allowing nonsense to take shape in my mind, BUT let me say this… When there are children in America going hungry, but we are sending Trillions of dollars in aid to children in other countries, one needs to ask… What The Fuck America? JUST SAYING…

Today’s homework… Don’t question helping your fellow man. Would 6 year old you come back and slap you? If so, listen to your inner 6 year old!

Peace Out!

Undefeated Diva

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