Pay it Forward

while at the Festival of Praise '05 last sat i can say dat i never spent more time under a blazin sun in der civilian world waitin than i did dat day. Call no man happy until he is dead, Herodotus wrote. i realli felt dat way on sat, wat with der barmy weather and infinite queue size..i felt dat i should be dead becos i was most unhappy n dissatisfied..

just when all hope seemed lost and satan appeared to be winnin..my dear Aunt Margaret brought up a cone of delectable magnum for myself n another 2 for der 2 lasses on my right n left. t'was heaven in a small cone i tell ya..n i am truli grateful to her..when there are people aroun u who love n care for u, the universe can seem a much less forbiddin place.Its God's way of makin things a little more comfortin for those of us stuck in dis damn existence called life..

and today, on my way home from a nice lil' movie, i caught sight of a poster on der bus stop wall callin attention to a certain missin old lass in her 70s...my first reaction was to exclaim up urs! who cares?! but something came to my mind..this kinda event used to draw a community together in der past n in lesser developed countries..not any more...why? apathy? self-occupation? urban mistrust in der class of e NKF debacle? u decide...

one thing i noe...a decent human being would call der no. if dat old lady happened to be standin next to dat sign...mayb like my Aunt Margaret, individuals in society should try doin good without benefit or even for dat feel-good emotional high once in a while...it benefits all in der long run cos wat goes aroun invariably comes aroun..n if bad can go aroun, why can't good?

but realli, try doin good for good's sake cos u won't often be happy doin good...once again, call no man happy until he is dead...n please my dear City Harvest Organiser frens..just a friendli reminder..better crowd control would make Christians (and by extension, Jesus) happier and less like a mass orgy in progress when the gates open...