AMBIENT THOUGHT – EPISODE Sixty Seven

The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.

EPISODE SIXTY SEVEN:  Everybody Needs A Champion

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Have you ever been bullied?

There was a year in elementary school when I was. I have talked about this before so I’ll keep it short.
Third grade, Ms. Jerkface (not her real name), and I was bullied.
On a side note, I’m actually friends with somebody that was involved and I bet they don’t remember. Guess I should forget, too.

Anyway, I didn’t have somebody stand up for me. Not even the ‘so called’ teacher. Maybe she wished we would bump each other off like a mafia movie or The Hunger Games. Less snot nosed kids to deal with.
Yeah, I’m still a little bitter about her.
Somebody standing up to those kids for me would have been wonderful. A champion to figuratively ride in and save the day.

Again, like I said before, I haven’t been bullied much in my life but I do know what it’s like. It’s a horrible feeling of no control and no hope.

I did learn something from it. I learned that I need to take control and do my best to keep it from happening again.
And to be someone who would stand up and say what needed to be said.
I was going to try to be that champion that I wished had come to my rescue in the third grade.

Time goes on and you go from a child to an adult. Bullying tends to go away. At least the elementary school kind of bullying. New bullying raises its ugly head in the form of people who take advantage of you in any way possible. You get it from the government, from your local convenience store owner when they raise prices way too high on gas because of a shortage, people who call older people to scam them out of their nest egg money, people who steal deliveries right off your front porch if you don’t get them fast enough…

We don’t leave it behind in school. It just changes. And it gets worse. There are people who don’t just try to steal your material possessions but try to rip out your soul if they get a chance. There are kids that walk home from school and disappear never to be seen again or found in a field or on the side of the road or just…gone. Then there are people who take away a child’s innocence forever in horrible ways.
Why? For their own sick, evil needs.
Not to mention women who are treated like objects and are thrown away like such. Some abused, some raped, some murdered.
Or all of the above.

We need heroes in this world. We need people who stand up for others no matter the situation. We need champions to fight the good fight and stand in defense for those that need it.
Fewer and fewer people do that anymore. It’s due to fear. Fear of getting hurt or sticking their nose in somebody else’s business. Fear of retaliation against them. There are people who will turn away from a situation that they could easily stop, a situation that could become worse if they don’t say something and step in. They don’t want their life more complicated and rather live with the fact they could have been someone’s savior.

I think at one time, I thought that way. Due to fear.

My way of thinking has changed over the years. What if I was in that situation and needed help and nobody stood up for me?
Or…what if it happened to my wife…..or my daughter and nobody stood up for them if I wasn’t around? How would I feel about that?
Those are the two that changed me about that. You forget about that fear when you care enough about somebody else. For them, I’d stand in front of all evil to protect them.
I wonder about these people who take advantage by stealing, abusing, raping and murdering. Do they have anybody in their life they care about so much that these things should be the last thing on their minds? Are they so selfish in the their hearts and mind that they don’t care about how these people think about them?

I don’t know. I can speculate all day and all night on how they think. I’ll never figure it out.

Let me tell you how I think.

I’m a role model. I became one the day I became a father. I even became one the day I married my wife. There are people in my life who will always look at me and see what I do and judge. It’s true.
Here’s the thing, I care about what they think of me. I mean…I really care. Being the best person I can be has become double important since they entered my life. I fail sometimes. That’s true. I am human and do fall into ignorance and stupidity every once in a while.
Knowing they care about me and love me helps me dust myself off from those moments. A shake of the head to dislodge the cobwebs that built up too much and I’m back on my feet, doing my best to be the person I want them to see me as.

By doing that, I hope to be their champion. The person they know and trust in when they need help, a helping hand or somebody to bash some heads for them.

Think about the people who you love and care about in your life. You want to be their champion. You want to be the person they look up to and know you will give them proper direction to follow.

We need more champions in this world because there is a lot of room for more.
You might as well be one.

-Loyd Elmore
April 28th, 2017

 

I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.

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