Normally, my rants on this blog are travel or customer service oriented, but today I'm going to let off steam about a terrible shortcoming; not of transport networks or customer experience processes, but rather of familial bonds.
We're born into something called a family; I used to think mine was different: calm, stable and honest.
How wrong could a man be?
A short two syllable word started World War III in my family; a war that is still on-going and causing pain and needless anguish. Just the other day a "to-do" kicked off because the next of kin was denied access to his mother.
A storm in a tea cup to some - but a matter of honour for others.
And honour was trampled on when 3 grown-ups - and I use that term incredibly loosely - set upon that same member of the so-called family to chastise him for threatening behaviour.
Oh, for goodness sake - it's like living in a school play ground.
Not knowing which name-calling or bullying will happen next.
Not knowing who's going to slap whom in the face - either verbally or physically.
It's puerile and petty.
And worse still: innocents are caught in the fray.
I won't name individuals here - or hopefully even allude to them too obviously - that would be dragging myself to their level.
Suffice to say, I'm jaded, disappointed, angered, disbelieving, frustrated and jaundiced.
Life goes on...just that my family now is a great deal smaller than when I was born.
Mind you, it's also larger.
What does he mean? I hear you cry...how can it be simultaneously smaller and larger?
Well, they say, every cumulus nimbus has an argentine edge to it.
And my cumulus is no different. I've discovered parts of my family that I never really knew existed and am eternally grateful for this.
What has been erased on one side of the River Ellen has been enhanced on the other.
Thank God for geography. ;-)
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I hear ya D..... Good ol' River Ellen. I love ya Cuz, it'll al be fine....
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