The world cares very little about what a man knows; it is what a man or woman is able to do that count. Virgil
Whether it’s talking too much, or not having enough to say, doing too much, perhaps not doing enough. Whatever it is, or whatever we do, it all boils down to considering our actions while appealing to our common sense. Then ask ourselves, how can I make what I do matter.
In other words: What good will it do, or How can I make it count?
When I was a young adult, I was told we are only responsible for what comes out of our mouths, not from what we understand that is kept inside. (Good and dark matters.) So, perhaps silence is a really good answer to some questions. After all, “Silence is Golden,” isn’t it?
As for me, the only time I found silence, golden, was when I couldn’t find another way out; especially when caught. I had a Big Mouth!
Life is not easy and not always fair, and common sense should rule, but not these days. Not since the “New Norm.” It’s as if common sense is not so common, anymore. Something I would discover as it played itself out as if in slow motion. (School rules that make no sense, police shooting, etc.)
I learned there is a lesson in how to be honest, without being brutal, just by incorporating common sense. The problem is no one wants to hear that. We live by our own set of rules, not godly laws. Leaving those without common sense in charge of what they believe to make sense.
Common sense is the most widely shared commodity in the world. For every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it. Rene Descartes
The truth is, common sense is not always used wisely, creating more damage than deemed necessary. Think before you speak or react, is my suggestion. Did you know even when writing is coupled with bad spelling or improper grammar, the truth is still in there? And by using common sense you may be able to make some sense of it.
Years ago, some family members and I were at a High School Graduation Ceremony for another family member, when the worst of the worst happened.
I noticed a woman sitting in an aisle seat, who had the appearance of a grandmother, was motionless. The Graduates were lining up at the back of the auditorium for the procession to start, and we could hear all the excitement. I was a few rolls back, and two seats over from the grandmother when she fell out of her seat.
After a few seconds of looking around and trying to gain my composer, I started asking those close if they had any medical skills. Finally, someone called out from the stage for a doctor. As the crowd gathered, the doctor took control. So, I sat back in my seat and said to another family member, “I hope they don’t tell the graduate she’s dead.”
I had a feeling this woman was dead because of the way she fell over. My family member was confused as to why I would say such a thing, and wondered why I didn’t think her loved one should be told?
Of course, I believe they had the right to know, just not right now; “What good would it do?” The lady is dead.
This child will only have one High School Graduation, so I believed it could wait. I was all for them enjoying this once in a lifetime event. Even later on in the day when the beloved patriot is noticeably missing from the child’s festivities, some things could have been said about her absence, without ruining the day. She’s resting; no pun intended, although it was the truth.
I thought to tell this child at that particular time, was cruel and unnecessary. Especially, on such an important occasion in their young lives. This incident was a horror that will last a lifetime, so how could a few more minutes of joy, hurt? I guess I was the only one who felt that way.
In a relativity short period of time the wailing, and screaming, and kicking and pulling, could be heard and seen in the auditorium. The whole affair had been ruined for all.
I felt sorry for that young lady, and her friends. Their big day was unbearable because of some truth that could have been told in a more delicate manner, using timing, compassion, and tact.
Dead is dead, and there is nothing to be done except realizing that. I don’t think Grandma would have wanted that day to be spoiled by something she had no control over. I think if it were up to her, she would have protected that child and her friends by using the means of privacy, and not alert the entire class. (Experience)
FYI: One’s life has value, so long as it attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation, and compassion. Simone de Beauvoir
I didn’t see anything wrong in using a little compassion sprinkled with sympathy in that situation. But that’s just me, I’ m sure you have your own opinion.
My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style. Maya Angelou
Lord, grant us the compassion needed when we react to the pain of others, and not make thoughtless decisions concerning the well-being of others, especially our young. In Jesus name, we pray. Amen
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