A Beacon for Humanity
Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:10 pm
It never ceases to amaze me the complete lack of respect that people have for their fellow humans.
Case in point.
My buddy and I were at his parents farm last week teaching his little cousin to lead. The property has a creek going through it and has a pretty fun little 30 foot wall on it that has a cool 5.7 and 5.8 routes on it.
A good day, good workout, good times. Eric's mother made a wonderful lunch. Things are going well. An all around awesome day.
On the way back to Louisville we stop at a Flying J to gas up and grab some dinner. After about an hour of Hoosier character studies we depart to grab some pale ales from our favorite watering hole.
When we get back to the car I notice an awful lot of broken glass that I'm pretty sure wasn't there when we parked. Sure enough someone had broken into Eric's car and stolen his CD collection, stereo, and both of our racks.
My rack's gone! Sure it wasn't a huge one, yet. But I had just started building it again and barely had a chance to use it.
The Indiana State Troopers are extremely helpful, and considerate. They still don't offer much comfort though, even though they have a 'very good recovery rate'.
The climbing gods are testing me lately. And I don't like it.
I just hope that you all take a look and how you treat other people, I doubt any of you resort
to petty theft (I consider it Grand Theft!) but the mentality of a thief and an asshole are about the same. It's the 'I don't know you and I don't care about you' mantra. Give a kind word to everyone you talk to, match it with a smile, help someone change their tire, pet a dog.
Doing little things like this can make a difference. Although I doubt that it will, but then again I'm very angry right now.
You all have a great week, I'm just gonna start saving up again so I can go on my road trip.
And to the fucking spineless piece of inbred shit that ripped off my rack, fuck you, may you slide down 1000 razor blades into a pool of rubbing alcohol while your mother-sister-cousin is raped by 100 Duke lacrosse players.
Case in point.
My buddy and I were at his parents farm last week teaching his little cousin to lead. The property has a creek going through it and has a pretty fun little 30 foot wall on it that has a cool 5.7 and 5.8 routes on it.
A good day, good workout, good times. Eric's mother made a wonderful lunch. Things are going well. An all around awesome day.
On the way back to Louisville we stop at a Flying J to gas up and grab some dinner. After about an hour of Hoosier character studies we depart to grab some pale ales from our favorite watering hole.
When we get back to the car I notice an awful lot of broken glass that I'm pretty sure wasn't there when we parked. Sure enough someone had broken into Eric's car and stolen his CD collection, stereo, and both of our racks.
My rack's gone! Sure it wasn't a huge one, yet. But I had just started building it again and barely had a chance to use it.
The Indiana State Troopers are extremely helpful, and considerate. They still don't offer much comfort though, even though they have a 'very good recovery rate'.
The climbing gods are testing me lately. And I don't like it.
I just hope that you all take a look and how you treat other people, I doubt any of you resort
to petty theft (I consider it Grand Theft!) but the mentality of a thief and an asshole are about the same. It's the 'I don't know you and I don't care about you' mantra. Give a kind word to everyone you talk to, match it with a smile, help someone change their tire, pet a dog.
Doing little things like this can make a difference. Although I doubt that it will, but then again I'm very angry right now.
You all have a great week, I'm just gonna start saving up again so I can go on my road trip.
And to the fucking spineless piece of inbred shit that ripped off my rack, fuck you, may you slide down 1000 razor blades into a pool of rubbing alcohol while your mother-sister-cousin is raped by 100 Duke lacrosse players.