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Posted by McCamy Taylor in General Discussion
Sat Oct 08th 2011, 07:53 PM
Thereís a dead dog on the side of the road, red and black, fur drenched in the rain. Once, it was a puppy, basking in the love of its human. The puppy grew. So did its human. The dog spent most of its adult life in the backyard, alone except when its humanís mother brought it food. When strangers approached, it would bark to let the family know. When its human left the house, it would wag its tail. The dog was good at digging. It buried bones all over that backyard. When it got tired of being left alone, it started digging under the fence. Nothing could keep that dog at home. After getting complaints from the neighborís, its humanís father decided enough was enough. One night, the dog was invited into the car for a ride, one of its favorite things. They drove and they drove to a deserted stretch of highway. Its humanís father pulled the car onto the shoulder and leaned over to open the door. ďOut!Ē he said. The dog jumped out. The car sped away. Alone and confused, the dog tried to follow. A truck smashed into it, and the dog staggered to the side of the road where it died.

Motorists pass by. Some of them avert their eyes. Others stare. Most of them think about their own dogs, the ones they have now and the ones which are gone. They think how sad it is for a dog to end up that way.

Once, there was a child, basking in its parents love. The child went to school and grew up to be a man and a father himself. He worked hard each day, even when he was sick, even when he was tired. He was good his work. He was proud of his family and their home. Then, one day his employer was told by his accountant that he could make more money if he sent his company overseas. The man was fired. When he tried to find another job, he was told that he was too old. He lost his house. His family fell apart. He got sick and could not afford to see a doctor, so he died.

He didnít die in the road. It might have been better if he had, because then the 1% would be able to see him. Then maybe they would care. If they cared even a fraction as much about the dead father and husband as they care about the dead dog, maybe they would think twice the next time they decide to send jobs overseas, foreclose on a home, rob from a pension, contribute to the breakup of a family or kill a man from lack of healthcare.



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"God appears and God is light to those poor souls who dwell in night But does a human form display to those who dwell in realms of day." Blake
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