The word today is Irksome .
The world today has good in it, but it also has plenty of bad. It is so Irksome to me when I look around me and constantly view the Me Syndrome .
I often write about my memories as a child. Why you ask? Because it is a prettier sight than today. Life seems to be more about thinking about the SELF.
In my growing up it was not about ones self. It was about what can we do to help another. As a child, I was expected to pitch in with the family chores. I was told I lived there and so keeping my room clean, helping with laundry , cooking and cleaning was not to come with rewards .
I helped in the summer gardening in order to release the work load on the adults . If I wanted a car, I was expected to drive myself and of course that meant having a car.
My parents did help me find my first job and provided me my first 10 year old car. I was expected to purchase my own gasoline and pay a portion of the added liability auto insurance .
I believe in my heart that if I was given rather than earn my way in life, I would have turned out different from who I am today. I still carry within me, respect , compassion for others and still think of how can I be of help to others.