In My Own Perfect World

thoughts from a tiny voice

Go Fetch! (The Short End of the Stick)

Your dog can go with you anywhere because s/he’s certified to help you with your need. You’re blind, you have a heart condition, you’re seizure-prone – whatever the condition you find yourself to be in need of a service dog, you are blessed. I am so happy that we are able to give “man’s best friend” even further purpose in this world. Really, really happy!  Dogs are fantastic and necessary to humankind.

Science has come a long way with these little furry friends of ours. They can predict earthquakes and bad weather, sniff out a bomb or drugs, can tell you if you have cancer, can find mold in your home; they alert you when the baby isn’t breathing or there’s a fire in the house; they help you hunt; they pull your sled; they guard your flock or herd and help you round them up; they guard your property; they protect you; they find you in the rubble of a fallen building. They do so much more than simply provide companionship.

Most of us never experience this kind of helpful dog. When it comes to our canine companions we are satisfied in the simple friendship they provide. We are content in petting their soft fur or being warmed by their little bodies as we sleep. They are our friends that we take hiking with us or play with in the park. They are a part of our families.

Dogs are truly God’s little gift to us. They do so much for us. And how do we repay them? We leave them at home or waiting for us in the car or even tied to post when we go the store. They can’t come. They can’t come in with us anywhere accept the occasional sidewalk café or the pet store or the park – well, some parks.

These little critters who love us so unconditionally are constantly left behind. Why is that?  Well, because of one incident here of a dog who bit someone at a public event or an occasion there where a woman complained because she was allergic to a stranger’s dog. I’m sure there have been a few unruly dogs (or selfish people) who have ruined it for the rest of all canine-kind. But it’s not right!

I will wait forever for you because you mean so much to me.

I will wait forever for you because I love you.

I’ll tell you one thing, I would rather be surrounded by wagging dogs than a crowd of people any day. Not that I’m averted  to spending time with people.  No, indeed!  I’m a social person just like anybody else.  But really if you want to compare qualities worth having, people will lose to dogs any day.  People who bathe in perfume/cologne and then shower us in their sneeze-inducing, runny-eye causing scent. People who think it’s okay to pollute other people’s lungs with their cigarette smoke. People who talk on their cell phones in the booth next to yours while you try to have a conversation with your date. People who allow their children to run wild, cry incessantly, or misbehave in public. People who yell at their children or have public disagreements with their friends. People who stink. People who eat their salad or hamburger with less manners than a baboon. People who express themselves with crude or offensive language, especially around children — especially to children! People who pickpocket or beat up on others.  People who grope us or say inappropriate things to us. And these are just the average people! I need not go into the major crime makers to prove my point.

In other words, I think they should have some generalized laws against humans in public. I mean, if we’re going with the logic that forms our laws about dogs, then it should follow suit that one annoying person should set a precedent for zero annoying people.

You know, I’d rather have a dog growl at me because he doesn’t like the color of my shirt or look down to find a Pomeranian humping my leg then deal with most people. I think dogs have gotten a bad rap – the short end of the stick. They do more for humans on a daily basis than most humans do for each other and they ask nothing in return but a little love and affection.

My tiny voice won’t make any changes, but it can bitch and moan a little bit and I’m okay with that for now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a dog to spend time with.

a tiny voice





How human are you?

Once again I’m writing something I’m certain few will read and even fewer will regard.  But I’m putting these thoughts out here anyway in the hope that they speak to someone’s heart.

So let me get straight to it.  How human are you?

I know what you’re thinking:  This is going to be really deep and philosophic, even.  But stick with me.  I’m going to touch on this for just a moment before I get to the real point of this writing.  When this is done, I’m hoping you’ll be able to answer that question above.

But let’s move on to a different question for now.  What does it mean to be human?  What really sets us apart from the other animals?  I posed this question to the all-knowing Internet and got a lot of the same thing.  The consensus is that, as humans, we are able to control our urges and instincts.  Other animals can’t do this.  (If you disagree, we can discuss that at a later time.  But go with me on this for right now.)  One person elaborated on this, saying, “Other animals react instinctively to certain stimuli.  They run from loud noises and bite when cornered.  They eat when they’re hungry, sleep when they’re tired, and mate when they feel like mating.  Humans behave differently because of our ability to think rationally.  We predict the outcomes of our actions several steps ahead (well, most of us do) and control ourselves accordingly.  We don’t jump every available mate who walks by (well, most of us don’t) and we eat and sleep for the most part when it’s socially acceptable and strategically advantageous to do so.”

If this is true, then we are certainly above the other animals where Darwin listed us and where God put us.  After all, we have complete control over our urges and instincts.  Our passions do not make us lose control over our rational thought. . .right?

Wrong!  Studies have shown that when sexual activity begins between two individuals, there is a chemical reaction that occurs in each body involved.  It blocks the person’s ability to rationalize and reason.  This is why people often feel remorse after cheating on a spouse or having a one-night stand.  There is a point prior to beginning the act when a person can rationalize, but it’s easy to ignore.  Our animal instincts are strong.

Further, do you recall in the movie, “A Christmas Story,” how Ralphie beat up on the bully?  Something switched off his rational thought and plunged him into an uncontrolled attack on his aggressor.  This happens with school children around the world.  As we get older, we begin to recognize when we might lose control and actively pursue one of two paths: attack or back down.  The latter is more “human,” while the former is certainly animalistic.

So I would say that we are only capable of being human.  We are constantly met with the choice to act human or to act like an animal.  Our regular decision the choose human behavior over our base, animal instincts is what truly makes us human.  Take a minute to soak that in.

Now I come to the meat of my blog.

There are a lot of terrible things that go on in this world.  Most of the time we don’t hear about them.  Much of the time we turn a deaf ear or a blind eye to the evils around us because the truth of them is, more often then not, too hard to bear.  Occasionally, however, we open our hearts and allow them to hurt because of what we see.  This is what happened to me.

I was perusing through my Facebook feed when my eye caught an article posted by a blog I frequent.  The writer was discussing something that took place recently in Argentina.  There was a video made to memorialize it.  He touched on the fact that the content of this video was not an anomaly but a regular occurrence in the world.  He said something poignantly intuitive:  “The reality is that the progressives are never satisfied. They are driven by irrational rage. . .if they are radical progressives their sweet, smiling reasonableness will be replace[d] with violent, stomach churning rage.”

This doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with progression – that we can’t fight to better our world and create better lives for ourselves or to change people’s minds about social stigmas and other things we feel are deeply important.  That’s not what the writer was inferring.  He was touching on the passion felt and acted upon by the progressives “protesting” in the video.  (Take a moment to remember and even review, if necessary, what I said earlier about passion.)

Why do you think the most effective protests are peaceful?  Why do you think Gandhi promoted the lie-down versus the blatant attack?  Why do you think Dr. Martin Luther King promoted peaceful demonstrations over aggressive behavior?  Do you think it was to protect the demonstrators?  That could have been part of it.  I believe it was because these men were humans – they were capable of controlling their urges and instincts.  They wanted to ensure that all involved remained human because nothing is as effective as rational behavior.  Look at the outcome of what they promoted!

Now look at this:

(Watching this video is imperative to understanding the rest of what I have to say, so please watch it now.)

Now, I don’t care how you feel about Catholics.  I don’t care how you feel about abortion.  I don’t care what your opinion is about women’s rights or homosexuality.  I don’t care.  None of that is the point here.  But I’ll tell you what I do care about. . .and I hope to God that you care about the same thing.  It’s something I’ve echoed in my other writings and it’s something I feel deeply about.  I care about how we treat each other.  How we feel about each other is moot.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is how we treat each other.  I cannot say that enough.

When I watched this video, I sobbed.  I sobbed because I am one of those rare individuals who is capable of deep empathy.  I saw the strength, the faith, and the hurt on those men’s faces and I was suddenly reminded of the martyrs of Christianity’s past and the horrible opposition they met to further their cause.  I sobbed because I saw the hate and the violent animal in those [mostly] women who were the aggressors.  I sobbed because, as they danced around the statue of the pope (a recognized symbol and proponent of love and charity in the world), they reminded me of baboons and gorillas after a kill had been made – they were nothing but animals!  I sobbed for their souls.  I wondered how many of them would feel remorse – how many of them were actually proud of what they’d done. . .and how many of them would do it again.  It scared the hell out of me and it hurt me deeply.  It reminds us all that we are literally moments away from that kind of behavior at all times.

It is not our passions or our cause that puts us a step above the apes.  Rather, it is our willingness to control those feelings and even to sacrifice them for the betterment of others.  Certainly some things are worth dying for, but they are never worth losing one’s humanity.

So I’ll ask you again, how human are you?




How human are you?

All my love,
a tiny voice






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