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A PSA today because here at The Takedown, you’re cared about.

Whatever you may think about the news site itself, I saw this article today and thought it worth passing along. Even though the article specifically says “..the Mommy Juice,” take it from someone who had an uncle who died a literal wino; this can apply to ANY gender.

The link to the article follows below:

http://www.foxnews.com/lifestyle/2017/04/07/7-signs-youre-hitting-mommy-juice-too-hard.html

Friends, let me say this as I close out this article. If this article spoke to you, please do yourself and those you love a favor, even if you don’t think you need to. Get it checked out and get some help. YOU CAN DO IT. 

If you know someone who is an alcoholic, or whom you may suspect is one, do everything you can to try and help them get the help they need. You can’t make them get it, of course, but you can do all you can to help and support them, and show them you care.

Please note that “caring” does not mean “don’t say anything,” “cover for them,” “make excuses for them,” “allow myself to be abused because of their dependency,” or “help them deny they have a problem.”

Sometimes, the truest form of compassion is the ability to show tough love when God knows you’d rather take an easier way. It won’t be easy – but it will be worth it.

God bless, my friends.

 

The Good Samaritan – or – “Compassion isn’t just for work hours”

I have found that the more I try to make impacting, detailed posts on The Takedown, the less I end up actually posting things. I think a lot of that is because that when I do that, I focus more on how I’m saying something; how witty/engaging/emotionally engaging it is as opposed to what it is I’m saying. I forget the statement made by the Ghost in The Ghost and Mrs. Muir when he said, “This isn’t a blasted literary epic!” In future, I’m going to try and heed that simple advice and, God willing, end up with more posts that are meaningful and encouraging, even if they, too, aren’t “blasted literary epic(s).”

Anyone else remember the Good Samaritan? I remember the story well. It’s been used as an allegory for everything from warning children not to walk alone on dangerous streets to why it is that we should unconditionally accept refugees, to why we should accept universal healthcare. Many of the newer interpretations of the story, however are, unfortunately, dead wrong. At its base, and when you strip away the religious overtones of the story, what you’re left with is a very good look into the two basic types of human beings that exist in the world. You have those who are, primarily, out for themselves, and those who are not. Those who focus on their desires, their goals, their needs, and those who put the needs of others ahead of their own. Sadly, those people – those “Good Samaritans,” are also often the subject of ridicule and scorn by people who may feel that they are a rebuke to them. They’re characterized as “do-gooders,” “superheroes,” “crusaders,” and generally out of touch with reality because, after all, no one REALLY does that because it’s the right thing to do, do they?

Saddest of all, I have (and am) encountering it in my work in the EMS field. I encountered it when I obtained my First Responder certification, have seen it on the job, and am encountering it now as I take my courses to become an EMT. ‘Don’t go out of your way,’ the popular thinking seems to go, ‘because you could get sued and lose everything.’ ‘Don’t stick your neck out because if you do, you could lose your job.’ If you’re on the clock and covered by your agency, that’s one thing – then you HAVE to do it – but outside? No way. Hide the fact you’re an EMT or Paramedic. Don’t stop to help. Like the Levite and the Jewish priest in the story, they would advocate passing by on the other side of the road, so to speak, because it’s more important that you keep everything you have and have worked for than it is to help and possibly take the chance of being sued.

Well you know what? I’ll take that chance. I hope you would, too. The lives that were saved by people who jumped in to help – many with no training and certainly without proper body substance isolation and the like – at the Boston Marathon bombing – were saved by people who made the choice to be human and to fulfill their ethical and moral duty to their fellow man instead of backing away and saying “Hey, not MY problem. I’m not taking the chance!”

Friends – compassion and caring don’t only apply during business hours. The whole reason that we have Good Samaritan laws (sounds familiar, right?) is because people were passing by and not helping out of fear of lawsuits. People MAY laugh. Let them. People MAY think you’re all those things I named above. Let them. Those same people, I’ll wager, will be looking for someone like you if the day comes they’re bleeding their life out on the side of the road and the ambulance is nowhere to be found.

I close with this quote, taken from a story in which the man of steel, Superman, testified on the behalf of a group of superheroes who were accused of harming someone while stopping a villain. It’s never been more appropriate. I hope it never applies to myself, or to any of you:

“It’s a little sad, when you think of it – I can’t help thinking that someday, someone isn’t going to answer a call for help because they’ll be afraid; afraid of the lawsuits, the publicity, the cost – not in human lives, but in dollars and cents.”

Don’t be afraid. Step in and help, and do the right thing.

God bless, my friends.

 

I’m back – and a reminder to “Say it now!”

Hello all! Thank you to those who have been checking The Takedown in the interim of relative silence, post wise, and those who keep coming back faithfully when a new post pops up from yours truly. Things have been quite busy on this end, but the time had come for a new post, and here it is.

I have in my possession a book given to me in 1977 by my aunt (yeah, I know that makes me fairly old by a lot of standards but hey, getting old is a privilege, and one denied to a lot of people, so I don’t mind!), the title of which is God’s Minutes. In it a story is read of a group of children who go to a florist to buy flowers for their friend, Mickey. In true heartstring-tugging fashion, you find that the boy had been killed in a traffic accident, and the children wondered if they could buy a nice bouquet of yellow roses with their collection, which was some eighteen cents. The florist, of course, agrees, and the children sorrowfully march off with their flowers to give them to their deceased playmate.

The story ends on a note, however, that is the subject of this post. It ends by saying that the saddest thing is that Mickey would never know the love being shown to him, nor of the care and affection of his friends. They were showing it, sadly, after he was gone. It ends with this poem, which I can say honestly has come to my mind from time to time, since first reading this book after it was given to me (I was 7 at the time):

I’d rather have one little rose from the garden of a friend, than all the choicest flowers when this weary life will end. I’d rather have one pleasant word in kindness said to me, than flattery when my heart is still, and life has ceased to be. I would rather have a loving smile from friends I know are true, than tears shed ’round my casket when to this world I bid adieu. Bring me all the flowers today, whether white or pink or red – I’d rather have one flower now than a truckload when I’m dead. 

Friends, our life can be busy and, thanks to our technological connections, it gets busier all the time. We’re connected by email, text, cell phone, Facebook,  Twitter, and a hundred other things that keep us in constant touch; yet how often do we take the time, one human being to another, to truly let those who matter to us know that they do? All too often the story told of here plays out in reality; the platitudes, the love, the caring is shown after the person has died, while in life they may have never known or realized that they had those who felt that way about them.

Don’t let the Mickey in your life leave this world without knowing. Don’t worry about “Oh I’ll look foolish,” or “Oh, I’m far too MANLY to show my heart like that,” or even worse “I don’t need to say it – he/she/they already know it.”

Tell them. Bring those flowers today. Do it now, while you have the chance. Believe me when I tell you, it makes a difference and, as one who has been on the receiving end of that type of statement at the bedside of a friend who would shortly thereafter die, it can literally change your life. 

Do it today. God bless, my friends.