Παρακολουθῶ τὴν εἰδησεογραφία μὲ μεγάλη προσοχή.
Μεταξὺ τῶν θεμάτων ποὺ διαβάζω τὶς τελευταῖες ἡμέρες, εἶναι γιὰ ἀδέσποτα ποὺ τρώγονται, γιὰ ἄλλα ποὺ τὰ βασανίζουν διάφοροι καὶ γιὰ δεσποζόμενα, ποὺ ὅμως ὑποφέρουν περισσότερο ἀπὸ τὰ ἀδέσποτα!
Ἕνα παράδειγμα εἶναι ἡ θλιβερὴ ἱστορία δύο γερόντων, ποὺ διαθέτουν ἕνα μικρὸ σκυλάκι, δεμένο σὲ μίαν βεράντα, καὶ ὁ παπποῦς τὸ κτυπᾶ διαρκῶς. Ὅμως ὁ παπποῦς ἔχει ΑΛΤΣΧΑΪΜΕΡ. Καὶ δὲν ἀντιλαμβάνεται τὰ περισσότερα ἀπὸ ὅσα τοῦ συμβαίνουν μὲ τὴν κοινὴ λογική.
Πόνεσα ὅταν διάβασα τὴν παραπάνω εἴδησι. Ὅπως ἐπίσης πόνεσα ὅταν ἕνα παιδάκι, πρὸ ἡμερῶν, κλαίγοντας, ἔβριζε ἕναν ἄλλον παπποῦ, διότι κοπανοῦσε μέσα στὸν δρόμο ἕνα δύσμοιρο σκυλί. Τὸ κοπανοῦσε τόσο ἄσχημα, ποὺ τὸ σκυλὶ ἦταν γεμάτο αἷματα.
Ἢ ὅταν εἶδα μίαν γριούλα ποὺ πήγαινε βόλτα τὸ σκυλάκι της, κρατῶντας μίαν …βουκέντρα!
Αὐτὰ εἶναι μερικὰ ἀπὸ ὅσα μᾶς συμβαίνουν. Μόνον ὅσα ὑπέπεσαν στὴν δική μου ἀντίληψι τὶς τελευταῖες ἡμέρες.
Χώρια αὐτὰ ποὺ μαθαίνει τὸ πανελλήνιον.
Πέραν αὐτῆς τῆς λογικῆς μου ὅμως, ποὺ μὲ κάνει νὰ ἐξαγριώνομαι μὲ τέτοια φαινόμενα, συμβαίνει καὶ κάτι ἄλλο. Προσπαθῶ νὰ δῶ κι ἀπὸ τὴν πλευρὰ τῶν γερόντων τὰ αἴτια αὐτῶν τῶν συμπεριφορῶν.
Καὶ οἱ τρεῖς γέροντες, ποὺ πρὸ ἀνέφερα, πάσχουν ἀπὸ ἄνοια ἢ ὀδεύουν πρὸς τὴν ἄνοια. Δῆλα δὴ δὲν ἔχουν καμμίαν ἐπικοινωνία μὲ τὸ περιβᾶλλον. Ἢ ἐὰν ἔχουν, αὐτὴ εἶναι ὑπερβολικὰ μικρή!
Ἀπὸ τὴν ἄλλην ἡ ἐγκληματικότης εἶναι στὸ καθημερινὸ διαιτολόγιον τῶν γέρων. Δὲν τοὺς φθάνει ἡ πείνα, ἡ στέρησις, ἡ παγωνιά, ἔχουν καὶ τὶς μεγαλύτερες πιθανότητες νὰ πέσουν θύματα ἐπιδόξων διαρρηκτῶν, βασανιστῶν ἢ καὶ δολοφόνων. Τόσα διαβάζουμε κι ἀκοῦμε καθημερινῶς. Τὰ πιὸ εὔκολα θύματα εἶναι οἱ γέροντες. Μὲ μικρὲς ἢ διόλου ἀντιστάσεις καταλήγουν συνήθως σὲ κάποιο νοσοκομεῖο. (Ἕνας ἀντιστάθηκε καὶ ἀντιμετώπισε μὲ τραπεζομάχαιρο τὸν διαρρήκτη, ἀλλὰ βρέθηκε μὲ δεκαετὴ κάθειρξι γιὰ τὴν ἀντίστασι!!!!)
Ἀντιμετωπίζω λοιπὸν τεράστιο δίλημμα!
Ἀπὸ τὴν μία ἀντιλαμβάνομαι πὼς τὰ γεροντάκια μας χρειάζονται ἕναν φύλακα κι ἀπὸ τὴν ἄλλη ἐξοργίζομαι μὲ τὴν συμπεριφορά τους. Πῶς θά μπορούσαμε νά τό ἀντιμετωπίσουμε;
Προσωπικῶς αἰσθάνομαι πὼς ἔχω πέσει σὲ ἀδιέξοδο.
Δὲν ἔχω τὴν δυνατότητα νὰ μαζέψω κάπου τοὺς γέροντες καὶ νὰ τοὺς προστατεύσω ἀπὸ ἐγκληματικὲς ἐνέργειες. Οὔτε μπορῶ νὰ πράξω τὸ ἀνάλογον γιὰ τὰ σκυλάκια.
Πέραν τῶν εὐχολογίων, πέραν τῶν ἐξοργισμῶν μας, πέραν τῆς καθημερινῆς ὑστερίας ποὺ ἀντιμετωπίζουμε, ἕνα κομμάτι τῆς φύσεως, τὰ πανέμορφά αὐτὰ καὶ ὑπέροχα ζωντανὰ πλάσματα, διώκεται στὰ ὅρια τοῦ ἀφανισμοῦ. Ὁμοίως καὶ οἱ γέροντες.
Τὰ σκυλιά ἢ οἱ γέροντες εἶναι σημαντικότεροι; Ἀξίζει τόν κόπο γιά τήν διάσωσι τῶν γερόντων νά θυσιάσουμε μερικά σκυλιά; Ἢ ἀξίζει τόν κόπο γιά τήν διάσωσι τῶν σκυλιῶν νά θυσιάσουμε μερικούς γέροντες;
Εἶναι πάρα πολὺ μεγάλο τὸ δίλημμα ποὺ ἀντιμετωπίζω.
Σαφῶς καὶ δὲν εἶναι στὸ χέρι μου νὰ λάβω ἀποφάσεις γιὰ τὴν ἐπιβίωσι τῶν μὲν ἢ τῶν δέ. Γιὰ καθαρὰ ἠθικοὺς λόγους προβληματίζομαι.
Μπορεῖτε νά βοηθήσετε;
Υ.Γ.Τὸ χειρότερον συμβαίνει ὅταν προσπαθήσῃ κάποιος νὰ βοηθήσῃ γέροντα ἢ σκυλί γέροντος! Κινδυνεύει μὲ μαγκουριά! Βεβαιωμένον αὐτό!
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The Old Man and the Dog
by Catherine Moore, πηγή http://www.animalliberationfront.com/Saints/Authors/Stories/OldManandDog.htm
'Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!' My father yelled at me.
'Can't you do anything right?!'
Those words hurt worse than blows.
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Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived.
But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders.
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The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog. |
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels.
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It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog. 'Can you tell me about him?' The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement.
'He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.' He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. 'You mean you're going to kill him?'
'Ma'am,' he said gently, 'that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog.'
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision.
'I'll take him,' I said.
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The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal. It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes.
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Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night. Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed.
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Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . . his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Live While You Are Alive. Life is too short for drama & petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance. Lost time can never again be found.
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