Jacqueline Nyetipei, a Kenyan marathon runner, was going for the first place in a race when she passed a disabled Chinese runner, who was struggling to drink water. She slowed down to help him, causing herself to come second in the race.
(And the flip side of everything posted above is...this. The opposite of humanity...just materialistic greed. Text below found online. Not written by me.)
I was getting ice cream with my family the other day, and I stumbled on a scene of a mid 30s guy taking pictures—of his shoes. This guy wasn’t just snapping a casual pic and getting on with his day, he was conducting a full on photoshoot, lifting his heels, shifting the position of his feet to get the the perfect angle, you get the idea. It wasn’t a graceful thing either, more of an “oh shit I might drip my ice cream on my shoes” kind of thing. I couldn’t help but wonder why this event seemed so important to this guy? When I got home that evening I typed in the letters I had remembered from the side of his shoes SPLY-350, and realized these were no ordinary kicks. These were Kanye West limited edition Yeezys with a street value of $1250.
I did some digging on these things to understand the psychology of why someone would purchase such an expensive pair of shoes. Most of the comments on-line are the same: head turns, exclusivity, and a general sense of significance (oh yeah, and “comfort”). What’s even more interesting is the man these shoes represent. A man who has humiliated handicapped fans, a man who compares himself to Jesus, a man who exhibits extreme anger issues, egocentrism, and materialism at its worst. And yet he’s so idolized that people line up by the thousands for a chance to buy a pair of shoes that are made in China for $10. For what? to feel famous? To feel exclusive? To be like Kanye? It illustrates the very flawed morality that has crept into our society.
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Totally off topic....but its still sound advice. :)
I was enjoying this post very much but some kind of breezed must have blown some dust into my eyes and I had to go get some tissues....and I patted the dog as I went by and she looked up at me with those big eyes and gave me a contented Moo....
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That wasn't a dog. That was your blow up doll. :)
DeleteI've found humanity in some odd places. Like now, here, I'm in rehab for drink and drug addiction. I'm at a VA facility in the finger Lakes region of NY. There are roughly 170 full blown addicts here, some homeless, felons, rich, poor, crazy as fuck, thugs n gangsters, 1% ers, every race, religion, and sexual orientation....and the amount of kindness and generosity I see on a daily basis is off the charts. I smile most of the day here....some of the most broken people are the kindest, they've been in the gutter and even though they might not have much they will literally give their shirt off their back...this world is full of love and hope, ya just gotta see past the bullshit....peace and hugs ya'all.
ReplyDeleteI hope things go well, that you improve and your life gets better and better. :)
DeleteAccompanied friends to some AA meetings and I'm always struck by how real people are,just stripped of all the bullshit,just real.
ReplyDeleteReal is good. I like real. I like real people. I struggle to find enough real people in my everyday normal life. Ergo..why I pretty much never leave home. :)
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