I Just Hate It When....

I have nothing but the best intentions to help a hurting person or a stranger and they are suspicious because the guy who came along before me did a number on them.

I smile at someone with genuine kindness in my heart and am just trying to be nice and the sad soul thinks I want something from them, when all I want to do is give them a bit of cheer.

I ask a person how they are doing and they say “fine” because they think that’s what I want to hear since nobody else really cared enough to listen after they asked “How are you?”

I speak to someone and they have to weigh their words, with such intensity of thought, because of past bad memories for fear they will be misjudged or their real self might dare be touched.

I give a kid five bucks and his mom says, “No thank you. We don’t accept gifts from strangers,” while I believe a friend is only a person I haven’t met yet.

I tell the truth and people think there’s something wrong with being honest and I soon become an outsider because of it.

I look at an incredible woman and think, “Wow…look what God has made,” and my glance causes her to be repulsive. I’m just feeling happy to admire a miracle of creation. A few of us men still see people as people, not things to abuse, devalue, underestimate, misunderstand or apprehend, but rather embrace and comprehend.

Another man stands up and says, “On behalf of all men…” and I’m thinking…”This clown is clueless.”

I’m willing to do anything and everything, not out of desperation, but with pleasure, to like someone or love someone and they just don’t get it. I’m not the one that loses; they are.

I’m prepared to go the second mile and Joe Schmoe can’t even find the highway.

I give 100% and the person benefiting from it is as shallow as a thimble.

I ‘m asked to pray for people and they don’t really expect God to hear, but He does. Why pray to a God that doesn’t pay attention? For that matter, why talk to anyone who doesn’t listen? Doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.

I ask a man how wife is is doing and he says, “Fine,” and then I ask him again and he says, “I don’t know.”

I look at all the beautiful things in the world God has created and say to a person, “How can anyone doubt there is a God?” and all they can do is stand and stare speechlessly at me without expressing anything whatsoever.

I discover that so many are suffering in so many parts of our country and the world and I encounter the attitude, “It’s not my problem. Let somebody else take care of it.”

I’m willing to understand, while others don’t even want to know. You’ve got to know before you can understand.

I’m willing to give love and someone else can give me fourty seven reasons why they shouldn’t be loved.

I believe that people are the most important part of living and someone else says. “You re exactly right” and they live totally contrary to what they profess.

The answers to the obvious are so clearly ignored and those who could have benefited the most, later complain.

I fail to realize that there’s more to life than my exclusive, personal fulfillment. That’s really something worth hating. That’s also worth not forgetting.

Copyright © 2008. David Hammock. All Rights Reserved.