“Treat the other man’s faith gently; it is all he has to believe with. His mind was created for his own thoughts, not yours or mine.” Henry S. Haskins
GET READY TO BE SURPRISED AT YOUR NEXT MAJOR SURGERY – Ran into another friend who was denied opioids for pain relief after an extraordinarily painful shoulder replacement. He described in excruciating detail the days of crazy pain for which he had no serious meds. This was a cruel act by doctors and government regulation. All this because some people give into addiction. So people who honestly suffer must suffer more. My friend confessed that the level of pain almost sent him to the black market to get relief. A doctor’s wife expressed concern to me about the number of develpmentally disabled patients who cannot defend themselves and are being denied pain relief. My wife fractured her pelvis. Unbelievable pain. Days and nights of crying in pain. The doctors let her know that she could have no opioids (which she cannot tolerate anyway) because of their addictive quality. Translated – “suffer, baby.”
This is how government does regulation. Good and needy people suffer. The careless determine the rules.
There needs to be an organization that defends sufferers’ right to opioids for pain relief. I searched on the net and cannot find one.
If you think Tylenol will take care of the pain coming from this trauma, take another look. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z66CEoUHgs0GET
While I was at the mall yesterday collecting signatures for a political candidate, I saw a lot of love happening. Lots of seniors were wheelchairing their spouses or supporting them while they shuffled with their walkers, all the time touching and talking. What lucky seniors they were to have a loyal spouse stand by them in sickness and in health. Many parents were walking their developmentally disabled kids, holding hands, kindly touching cheeks. Many care providers were there with severely disabled children giving them their day at the mall, as well as disabled adults. It was a festival of caring, loving, taking the time, showing joy.
How many times I wanted just to go over and thank them for making me happy and reminding me that the image of God is in every person, that their humanity has not been erased, and that caring for them heightens our humanity. I am sad to see indoor malls fade. They are stadiums of loving, not just temples to consumerism. Sit and watch sometime. See and notice. And then keep your promises.
I have met hundreds of men who said they would not object to a fair criticism, but I never met one man who admitted he had received one. GK Chesterton
Listening this morning to about an hour’s portion of “Mao’s Great Famine: The History of China’s Most Devastating Catastrophe, 1958-62.” Not a great way to start my day!! The inhumanity is unimaginable. 50 to 60 million died under the banner of collectivism.
Some day the archives of Communist China will open up, and then perhaps the full darkness of Mao will blanket human history with its greatest scar. Someday China will own what it did. For some reason the West is little interested in the horror of Stalin and Mao, feeling satiated with Hitler’s crimes.
While I was a kid enjoying the American dream in the late 50s and early 60s, on the other side of the globe was hell, more hell, and the inferno released.
My church asked people to post on their FB page what we are most thankful for today. I was tempted to post “Mao’s dead.” But I don’t think they would understand.
Unless you are much conversant in your mind with a better good, it will be difficult to have your hearts loose from the vanity of this world. Jonathan Edwards.
It’s chic in the neoliberal age to celebrate the not inconsiderable virtues of movement. [immigration] But we should also not forget the virtues of sustaining.
Many of the small towns and intricate local conventions of American life were nurtured by that multigenerational process of sustaining. And, of course, these local traditions become open to new residents; American life is not a closed circle, and radical stasis should not be the aim.
While our culture has long been infatuated with the plucky individual who goes far in search of the lights of a distant city, there is also considerable virtue and dignity in those who keep the home fires burning for that brave wanderer.
–Fred Bauer, National Review