I’ve been a bad, bad boy…
Yesterday morning I did something very much out of character for me. And, it’s weighting down my conscience.
Ginger and I had just returned from our morning walk across the hay fields and around the swamps of the farm near our house. I was sitting on the steps of our side porch knocking the sand and weeds outta my walking shoes.
Just as I was standing up, one of those little Kia Souls pulled up into my driveway and stopped.
As the man driving was getting out, I took a couple, three steps toward him, and asked him to stop because my dog might bite ’em.
It’s true, she’s been very protective of me in similar situations.
She’s nipped a UPS driver’s shoe laces, and shook the foggy daydreams outta the pants leg of a neighborhood teenager who shortcut across our front yard while Ginger and I were enjoying a cigar under a shade tree…
But, this dude just sorta giggled while he shut his door and strode toward me with some pamphlets clutched in his hand. I quickly snatched up Ginger and cuddled her against my sweaty and shirtless stomach and chest.
Anyway, the guy walked on up to me and thrust some pamphlets at me while muttering something about how he thought I’d “like to read about how mankind is destroying the world and what“…
A quick glance at the top pamphlet showed a heading that screamed Watchtower.
Now, we’re all familiar with these religious types. Although I avoid looking directly into their eyes, and give one word answers to any questions, I normally handle such encounters with good manners, grace and style.
Yet, for some reason, I blurted out,
No, I wouldn’t! That kinda stuff is silly, and you should get yourself another hobby!”
Wow! Where did that come from?
One of the credos I live by is, everyone is doing the best they can.
Besides, I’m of the opinion that people who are out pimping their religious beliefs can’t help themselves, they’ve got the fever. And, their intentions are honorable (to them, anyway).
While I’m not encumbered with any specific ‘religious’ dogma, I don’t feel qualified to judge those who are.
My whole life, I’ve befriended and publicly supported underdogs and people who society has labeled as misfits and oddballs. (Not that I’m now calling anyone with strong religious beliefs misfits or oddballs).
And, this poor fellow in no way deserved my diatribe.
To my shame, I kinda feel like I kicked a defenseless creature. And, it rests heavy upon my already bruised soul…
Watta you think?
Ideas for me, your aging related story, or comments are very damn welcome…