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"The Blanket"

                                                                              The Blanket 

    Most of us today in the United States with all the access we have to read, as well to research. We are still those lazy human beings as a whole do not read neither do research. Do not truly research. I will venture to say all of us are just that way. It's a human trait. However, many appear more lazy than most, and that is unhealthy for our nation.
    As I, many times I stand in the middle. I have college, I have technical schooling, I have military in my background. I've worked corporate, mainly in accounting and finance. I have built businesses, and am running a business for the past twenty-seven years.  I've created, organized, directed and participated in charity events, raising over $100,000 cumulatively in just over a three year time span. I've earned money in three areas of sport. 
And by the way, I'm not wealthy. As well, I didn't come from much. Looking back now, I came from some major deficiencies in my childhood. It's amazing that I have experienced what I have and too, lived.
    After saying all this, someone will find fault with my essence. Why? Because of their own inequities. Yet, I will progress forward, leaving them and those like them behind. It is out of sadness.
You see my problem is that I have a heart. And this is where it all begins.  The heart that is. Insults give me fuel to my fire.  They spark my essence.
    People reading this now who know me, will begin to laugh. For they know the one thing I despise, but yet I thrive off of. It's an insult. I get fiery. I quite often giggle silently at my own responses. I'll  be listening to someone who professes their way is the best, tossing all others away. They do this to rule others, where they should not. As I clean the house, drive, work, parent, or am out running, my mind processes information and I begin to realize something that can be done. When we think it can't. I stay silent.
    And then there's  the BLANKET. Oh the BLANKET... Those statements young and old, well-educated, well-militaried (sp?), wealthy, the very poor, well-established, well-cultured, etc... will make. What happens they make those BLANKET statements not based on their expertise. Neither based on their experiences.  They make those statements out of fear, ego, and as well lacking faith. Faith in themselves. They admonish those who truly know, yet they have stayed silent. I know. I'm one of those silent people.
    This brings me to many places. If you ignore the goings on in the country, the world. Such as not reading thoroughly through, even if in unpleasant areas. You are just as guilty of destroying the world, as well as guilty of a murderous act.
    Even if you post articles, you are not saving the world, nor people if you haven't read the article in full. You may be supposing something. No matter how you look at it, it's wrong. It's  wrong, because  you really did not care enough to read through. You only cared enough to feed your ego. ---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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