Vampier wrote:Klugmo...I thank you for your reply...I do agree with PaperDog in that although I may not agree with all you say and may not at times understand it, I do respect your logic and appreciate the care taken in your well spoken statements. The drummer in my Band "The Lord of Softness" has a son who works as a prison guard and has a family to support so he does what he must do ... I have no problem understanding this as you so well put it in relating your sewage job. I have done many jobs for short periods of time that I did not like but had to do ... most probably almost everyone has.
But this being said I know that I would never do certain other jobs no matter what even if I had to move or take even worse ones. We all have beliefs and I respect yours and the reasons you listed for doing the job. They are not at all bad reasons and I thank you for telling me.
But I could not do that ... not because I consider myself "better" or anything like that ... perhaps the reason is because I am not good enough, who knows ? I just could not strip search someone in a prison and most certainly not violate an ordinary citizen doing so. Ta
Vampier, I understand your position... I too believed this way... But then, one day, while in the military...I was given a job, which I detested... I had to wax a floor (as in glass shine...by hand) , while everyone else in my team was allowed to take the night off ... Here is what happened when I decided to embrace what I hated...
That floor looked like glossy chrome under a certain angle of light when I finished with it. My boss was so impressed with the job, that he put me in for a task , which required someone with an ability to pay close attention to special details (an analytically based task), which then transformed into a solution that won confidence in my peers, who in turn, suggested to my boss to send me to a particular school of advanced training. It was there that I discovered a knack for teaching... and as such, I took on a whole 2nd tour as an instructor... Now, It came to pass one day, that I had a young kid (student) who was having trouble with the material of the course I was presenting... Part of his trouble was that he hated to do the necessary calculations, which could help him Identify, and classify, with precision, a certain enemy submarine in the ocean. His dilemma was simple to solve... He hated the math work as much as i hated waxing floors... However, because I embraced the job of waxing the floors, I was able and duly qualified to teach this young man how to overcome and embrace his hatred for doing the math work... What made this special, was that in the interim,.and during his training, he had felt so inadequate (and the pressure was so high) , that he had contemplated suicide. As such, I helped his escape from such a drastic notion, whereby, he did overcome and embrace his hatred for math-work... .He successfully passed the course... and went on to the fleet as a professional sonar analyst.
The moral of my true story.. is that
sometimes, we walk through a fire ourselves, in preparation for another soul's need of a lesson. It is the act of the universe, conspiring on behalf of each of us, by way of our own decisions and actions.