I try to live my life by simple rules. One of them is: Don't eat your soul to feed your belly.
--- Circle around children, it's time for Ms. Cass's story hour. Once upon a time, there was a man. Now he wasn't a bad man, but he had been taught his whole life that the size of his bank account was what made him a good person. He was praised, called the "good son", while his sister was rejected for living a modest existance. He dragged his family across the country, always in search of a better job. He bragged to his neice that where once there was only forest, now there were mini-malls and golfcourses because of him. The man's family praised him and rejected his sister and her family. One day, the neice was walking in the woods. The birds sang to her and the soft loam of the woodland soil squelched between her toes. It was the day of a family gathering, one that she was not invited to. At the gathering there was lavish luxury, there was an army of underpaid men in white suits serving fancy dishes to the man and his kin. But in the woods there was a girl and her dog, happy and poor, never having once to make apologies for their existance. ---
My uncle laughs and cries his way to the bank every week. His wife and children resent him. Trees and communities die because of him. And he thinks that makes him a good person. *shrugs* That was what he was taught. I can only be grateful that his sister (my mother) didn't take to that conditioning. It's my sincere hope that more and more people can be raised by people who don't. Take good care of that kid bro of yours.
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Circle around children, it's time for Ms. Cass's story hour. Once upon a time, there was a man. Now he wasn't a bad man, but he had been taught his whole life that the size of his bank account was what made him a good person. He was praised, called the "good son", while his sister was rejected for living a modest existance. He dragged his family across the country, always in search of a better job. He bragged to his neice that where once there was only forest, now there were mini-malls and golfcourses because of him. The man's family praised him and rejected his sister and her family.
One day, the neice was walking in the woods. The birds sang to her and the soft loam of the woodland soil squelched between her toes. It was the day of a family gathering, one that she was not invited to. At the gathering there was lavish luxury, there was an army of underpaid men in white suits serving fancy dishes to the man and his kin. But in the woods there was a girl and her dog, happy and poor, never having once to make apologies for their existance.
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My uncle laughs and cries his way to the bank every week. His wife and children resent him. Trees and communities die because of him. And he thinks that makes him a good person. *shrugs* That was what he was taught. I can only be grateful that his sister (my mother) didn't take to that conditioning. It's my sincere hope that more and more people can be raised by people who don't.
Take good care of that kid bro of yours.