Some things never change

The Labor Day weekend brought a long awaited reunion of what I thought was for the flight nurses past and present. Well, I and three other flight nurses from years gone by showed up. After some checking on Face book the reunion was not a reunion at all. The 30^th anniversary was for EMS and not for the nurses at all. While EMS deserves to be invited for sure the act of not officially inviting the flight nurses is just a slap in the face.

Thank you white van lady

Thursday at or near 11:15 am, I went over the handle bars of my bike and landed in the southbound traffic of Colorado Avenue near interstate 90. My injuries were minor but the astonishing thing is initially folks just drove around me and my bike. I quickly got to the side of the rode and took stock of myself and my bike. I stood there on the side of the road and felt dizzy and the pain from fresh abrasions came on as the adrenalin receded. Now, by this time at least two or three minutes had elapsed and I heard from behind me "are you ok"? A woman had stopped and asked if I needed help and a ride home. She was the only person to ask. We talked for a few minutes as she became incensed to realize that she alone was the only one to stop. What was really an embarrassment at my accident became a realization that yes here in Lorain County in Avon, Ohio, folks just cannot be bothered to stop and help. I thought that only happened in big cities, but apparently I am mistaken. Anyway thank you to the lady who stopped to help, you are an angel.

The stage is set

Paul Ryan is Romney's pick for vice president. I cannot think of anyone worse. Middle class and folks who will be on Medicare will be affected the most by these two conservative zealots. Think we had it bad before these two get elected and the fecal material will indeed hit the rotary oscillator!

Home from the hill

I always expected that even into my seventies and later that I would still be a hunter. Over the last few years that feeling has begun to fade and now it is all but gone. I think as I have grown in years the value of life has very important to me and that means any life well, almost any I still have little grief over smashing a spider. Hunting which in the past had brought so much joy now seems like an enormous waste of time and effort and the actual kill leaves me sad and almost ashamed.

Handicap abuse

Take the time to look at the folks who are using the handicap parking spaces. I have noticed that some of these folks aren't very handicapped and seemed very able bodied indeed. I am not surprised to see people abusing the privilege. Many folks think no one will know and moreover, who will say anything! Considering the epidemic of obesity in this country you might think folks would like to walk a little extra, but you would be wrong. We would rather park close to the building and we have no qualms about using a handicap sticker to do it. I am going to find out from the state on how you turn in these abusers.

Labor pains

Good honest work: I have heard that many times and any work done honestly should be considered good. However, it seems that some folks still look down on folks who do the work. Should you get the chance, take a job at minimum wage and see how you are treated by others. Recently, I took a job cleaning a bank. The folks who work in the bank have no idea what I do otherwise and it is amazing how I get treated. Now not all the folks are snooty. Some are friendly; however, there are those who clearly do not want me around when they are working. Hence, I have been notified to wait until all the employees have departed. Why is that I wonder? Should I just brush it off and not worry about it or is it something else indeed. Let's just say I walked into the bank wanting to deposit ten thousand dollars. I wonder how I would be received. My bet is that I would be escorted into the branch manager's office. I know I would because some years ago I had that very experience. How things have changed or have they always been like this? I would guess the more you make means you deserve more respect than say a ditch digger or a bank cleaner.

Refreshing

Recently, a young girl was a guest in my home brought by my sister on a visit. This in and of itself is not remarkable except that she was the most polite child I have encountered in sometime. Cheyenne is eight years old and one of four siblings of a single mother. Cheyenne is moving back to Tennessee after living in a rundown apartment in Canton. My sister knows this family and is trying to help them get back on their feet and moving back to Tennessee is part of the plan. While she was here in our home I heard yes sir and yes ma'am and may I and thank you.

Considering my last blog post this young child is a refreshing contrast and restores my belief that there are children still in the world who are polite and a joy to around.