During these times when the world is in an uproar and fear is having a jolly good time taunting the minds of the world citizens amid the Ebola scare, Compassion needs a place to fit in. I looked at the link of Ebola victims and survivors which blogger Ty has posted in the Let us Pray post and I feel for them.
Mr. Eric Thomas Duncan died of Ebola recently and more people are talking of his irresponsibility of bringing it to America more than feeling sorry for him losing his life and being ill treated (sent home without being checked) by the hospital. To be honest all of those who are saying this have a right to their opinions, and he, if he knew of him being exposed and possibly infected was irresponsible for taking a plane and putting so many people at risk.
In Jamaica there is a saying, “When trouble tek yuh pickney shut fit yuh” when there comes a problem, human beings will try to find any solution. I am not making any excuse for him, and I tend to agree that he may have suspected if not known outright that he may be infected because of being exposed, but perhaps he thought if he came to America he would get help, people in other countries look up to America, and believe that all is possible there. It does not make it right, no it does not, but again, “When trouble tek yuh pickney shut fit yuh”, he may have thought he would be alright in his decision to fly out.
It touches my heart to see suffering of any kind, my kind ah soft heart nuh normal. When my parents were hell bent on me becoming a doctor, I knew I could not. I cried if I saw a movie with anybody ill, and I hated to see even my own blood. Kudos to all doctors and health workers, I pray for them all.
Often times I wonder if the feeling of compassion is suffering itself. I have such soft feeling for people, that I allowed people to use me and often, because I felt sorry for them and their plight. There was the man, who I wrote of here in some of my post, someone I lived with for many years, Mr. High Grade (he was a heavy ganja smoker), he needed to be gotten rid of the moment I got with him. He showed himself, and although I believed him, I worried about where would he go, how would he survive, how would he manage, (he had family, but I felt a deep responsibility for this big knock knee man, knee dem live loving like). I allowed feeling sorry for him to hold me back and make me unhappy for a very long time. While he enjoyed a good life, he never worked, he smoked, cuss and gambled and packed a toops more than a teeley.
It still pains me to talk about that time of my life, so I will stop here. It hurts, not because I loved him, I do not even think I did (sorry fah I am sure, or perhaps him did obeah mi), I told you already that he had shown himself the minute I took him to America, so my feelings had left then, but because I allowed myself to feel compassion, empathy, for an unfeeling, worthless son of a bitch!..ok, ok, I am getting away in this post, I am sorry. Let us continue on the discussion of Compassion. Is it a good thing?, can a soft heart and compassionate feeling for another make you naive or easily taken advantage of?, like me, as in the example I just showed? How far do we take these feelings?
Compassion is good, this I do believe, it is a good thing to have a heart, to feel and care, to assist another with kind and open feeling. With compassion there is love, and love heals.
Ọbẹ̀ tó dùn owó ló paá. /
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