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Just You Tubed it.

So very lovely, sweet and meaningful.

George Harrison the Great.

Thanks, Bemused.

It's census night here tonight. Where we all get to be counted and answer a whole lot of somewhat irrelevant questions.

The census is taken every five years, except that this census was due just after the big quake hit an it was delayed for 2 years. One of the questions is, "where were you last census?"

Seven years ago, that was a whole world away, a completely different life. I hadn't met the lovely Mrs Bemused and there was no hound on the back of the bicycle. I was gainfully employed in the Public Health system and growing increasingly frustrated with the politics of the job. Fanda Eagles hadn't been invented and NTM was a memory that just wouldn't quite fade.
So life has changed in the last 7 years and Bemused is happier and more settled.
Just thought I'd mention it .

Wow, LOTS of changes in 7 years!

For many of us.

Thanks for reminding us that we have come a long way.

Cheers!

Working with the elderly (and sometimes not so elderly), I see people at the end of their lives just waiting for the hereafter to begin. There is little to look forward to, every day is the same and the major accomplishment of the day might be a bowel movement.
It does however remind me to enjoy the good health with which I have been blessed and to get out and make the most of life before it is to late. Alas I feel sorry for those who are stuck in their lives because of no fault of their own and the inability to move on.

Yes lots of changes in the last 7 years and no doubt a lot more to come.

In the Masters Chambers
They paused from the feast
To pour a glass of Kool Aid
And offer it to the least

The Kool Aid Chalice
They said was blessed devine
Offered with strange smile
And no right to decline

"Take this" they smiled
"And remember We
For you are the least
And your will is not free"

And they looked at "The Lords Provision"
The coffers stacked up high
Then reached out for the widows mite
Despite the povety cry

"Give till it hurts" they prattled
"God loves a cheerful giver"
And they took again and again
Never seeing the tears like a river

For the Kool Aid Chalice
Was not for the powerful and mighty
Twas to keep in line
Those who had not been born so free

And they that sipped
Knew they took a fatal risk
But to not drink thereof
From the Jones's they would whisk

So what of the bystanders
Watching this ritual take place
Did they stand up for the weak
Or again just turn their face?

Wow, another very moving piece of poetry.

Trying ... trying my hardest ... to stand up for the weak.

Do not look away, Raz. Do not.

My Dear Raz,

I think you are the type of person who would dump the Kool aid out of the chalice, fill it with cold refreshing water and offer it to the downtrodden with words such as "come walk alongside me for a while, for I would love to have your company and we can get to know each other as we sojourn".
And therein lies the mark of a true human being.

My humble gratitude for that.

I do not deserve such words.



(Looked for a bowing emoticon ... none. Could we pretend the little Chinese-looking guy with the green glasses is bowing?)

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