If you can imagine two balls attached to one another by an elastic band, slowly pulled apart to the maximum tensile strength of the band, perfectly level to one another and released. Take a moment to picture the result in your mind. These slowly separated items will return to the center at a remarkably faster speed than when they were separated. And then....BOOM.
Now depending on the materials with which these balls are made, the result can vary widely. Rubber balls may bounce back and forth several times, while always returning to the middle for more until the momentum stops. Glass balls may shatter and the pieces strewn all about. Or, possibly if they are hardened metal, they will collide and simply remain unaltered. What can we make of all this?
If we take an honest look backward at the development of our current predicament until now, we may actually see the small increments of slow separation of our ideologies. We can see that as our tensile strength is tested to its limits, we become more and more rigid and intolerant. We have to decide that of which we are made. Shall we be maleable like the rubber balls? Shall we be immovable like the hardened metal? Or shall we shatter like glass?
Make no mistake. The snapback has begun, and we are accelerating toward each other connected by the ideological elastic band. Skirmishes have begun and violence is the natural end of the intolerant. It's the final move.
Do you fancy yourself steel, rubber or glass?
"I am standing on the Mountain of Right, and you are standing in the Valley of Wrong." Deputy Frank Sloup, Pinal County, AZ
Why do I like this one? I have a primary residence on the Mountain of Right.
Of you who read my previous post, how many of you caught the quote I stole from a movie? Can you name the movie and who said it?
Bet you didn’t know there would be a test…..
So, I have completed 4 of 6 chemo infusions, and I have to say that the last one seems to have caused almost no side effects that cannot be otherwise explained by the disease itself. I remain exhausted all the time, and I go home at the end of the workday positively depleted. That, however, seems to be due to the anemia that somewhat existed before chemo started but certainly seems to have been exacerbated by it.
I presently sit at a 40% disability rating with the Veterans Administration with some big stuff pending. I am awaiting a decision on my hearing loss and the PTSD/Depression. The cancer aspect takes a step forward with an exam by a VA contracted provider who will provide a recommendation as to the service connection to the cancer. If it goes my way and I get to 100%, then as soon as the first check hits the bank, I’m retired. While this exam is scheduled for Monday, I have no assurance that a VA determination will be quickly forthcoming. Patience is the key.
My spirits ...