Just the other day, I found myself weeping after seeing the coffin of Little Miss Green being loaded for burial. It was such a sad thing to witness; a small coffin being lifted into the herse. I had never met the slain child who was an innocent bystander in the Arizona shooting that targeted Rep Gabby Giffords but, I cried at the loss. Just the sight alone moved me emotionally because I am a mother. I felt such loss for her parents. I also must add that I watched the memorial service at the Arizona University in which President Obama delivered a beautiful eulogy on behalf of those who died with mention to those folks who put themselves in harm's way.
Now you are probably wondering why I am writing; well this is about personal responsibility. I have been thinking if we all took on some personal responsibility and apologize more perhaps we can help others; especially those in dire need of assistance. Yes, there will always be the rogue person who takes on violent acts to get a reaction which catapults them into the media spotlight.
I will give you an example that just really pissed me off to no end which happened at the local court house when trying to register my Volvo. (Yeppers it is still not accomplished.)
My husband and I purchased the car on the 29th of December and had to wait until the following Monday to take the paperwork to the court house due to the holidays. No problem we had his vehicle, so on the 3rd we went and was told that we didn't have the correct forms and the Affadavit of Repair had to be notarized. Okay, so that meant a trip back to San Antonio on the 8th since, I could not drive the car on the road legally yet and had to wait until hubby had a day off. We did make the trip and got the Affadivit of Repair signed and notarized. Well, this week I waited until I was not dragging the boys out of the house into inclement weather since, they -- we were just getting over the ICK. So yesterday, I went to the court house with my paperwork and the notarized form. Paid the taxes, got the plate and the registration sticker and took the boys to lunch.
No sooner than I got back home; I received a phone call saying I had given the Court House the wrong Affadvit notarized, the state inspection form had the wrong date and VIN on it. What the Hay? Those forms were the ones the Court House staff had checked not only just that morning but also on the 3rd. OH and now I had to pick up the paperwork before they closed for the day. WHAT???? No apologies No, I am sorry for making a mistake from the staff. Off I packed up Zephyr, Saenz had taken some cold medicines and was already taking a nap.
Get this, not only did they keep the Salvage TITLE, The Bill of Sale, The Incorrect State Inspection Paperwork, My Insurance Card; THE CHICK there told me I needed to Listen to HER tell me How I had made the mistake in front of other Customers. LOL (OKAY this is where I was like thinking of the trajedy in Arizona.) No Wonder Folks who are not well grounded wind up resorting to violence. I also entertained in my head, snatching that smug, little ole, state government employee, lady's wig off and unfurling it around the court house but, I refrained and left quietly.
In this case, perhaps if those 'official employees' had taken on some responsibility for making a mistake and said "I am sorry to put you through this again." Then I would not have felt so angry? But NO, in today's society no one apologizes or takes responsibilities for their actions. Even the words that are written by others are said to carry no weight or the owner only takes the 'positive actions' for their written words. I am here to tell all who care to read.
WORDS ARE THE RESPONSIBLITY of those who speak or write them, writers are responsible for their incendiary words, and perhaps we all should be looking for ways to help others who are still hurting or are angry.
If any of you who read this are upset. I apologize for my intent is to start discussions, exhange ideas, or similiar experiences. For on Tuesday, I will still go back to the courthouse and know; I did the best job I could while trying to follow government instructions.