Saturday, December 12, 2015

In your charity, could you pray for a damaged relative of mine?

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked; 
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; 
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head. 

2 comments:

newguy40 said...

I'll add you and you relative to my noon rosary tomorrow.

"Be kind to everyone. You never know what sort of hard battle they are fighting."
Not sure who the quote is from? Plato?
Anyway... Your post is good reminder that all is not what is seems from the outside. A charitable word or action may end up going a long way to helping another. The good Lord knows that I have to remember that bit of advice myself.

Hans Georg Lundahl said...

"A relative that we all thought simply golden, the favorite child, the one with the big job, the biggest house, the newest car, the most money and the surgically enhanced wife, the one who had all the world says is good, is actually angry, miserable and has carried a frightening level of resentment for years."

As long as I remain poor and unmarried, I think you can consider myself a similar case.

I try to be polite and keep on subject when commenting, but in this case, my own case is close to the subject.

Since you were not wording horrible errors like those of that pro-psychiatrists, I don't need to rant about it here.