Not in the Race and Glad
I gotta admit this is one of those times when I am proud to not be a member of the human race. Funny I used the word “race” in that last sentence. Because race is what disgusts me with some humans. Who the hell cares what race a person belongs to? If there is only one person who can save your life, do you care about their race? Only if you’re an idiot.
As Pop would and does say, “What the duck is wrong with people?” Sure, when you first lay eyes on someone you notice things like their sex, race, age, etc. But after that you get to know what the person is like inside, that’s what you remember about them.
I’ll give you an example. Pop has a friend who has a large wine color birthmark on his face. The first time she met him she almost stared at his face the whole time, even though she tried not to. That meeting took place over twenty years ago and if you ask her today which side of his face the birthmark is on, she can’t tell you for sure. See, once she got to know him and became friends with him, he was so much more than a person with a birthmark. That the birthmark disappeared from her memory. Instead today she thinks of his sense of humor, his kindness, and his friendship. These have obliterated her first vision of him…and that’s the way it should be. The real value of a person is who they are, not what they look like.
Have a wonderful weekend
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys!)