the association
about a century ago, a man with a passion arrived. and with a longing, erected a beacon in the soil of this tropical island. He was so passionate, that he worked so hard for it, he fell sick and had to return back to where he came from and quit managing the building he built.
Being the manager of the building is hard. his eyes see lives while we all see books, his heart beats for rescue, our hearts can only feel, can only see, a holiday resort.
The sea's roaring, the waves are devouring. A thousand people bobbing in the sea. Without knowledge that it's the recipe of death.
I joined this association a few years ago. First thing i realized, is that people in this association, are rather happy people. They are generally happier than the other people who are not in this association. The office, or what they call "camp" or "headquarters" is really well-furbished. I've always known them for their rescue missions, their passion to rescue people from the treacherous waters.
Then came my decision to join to this association. And here is what i am today.
Something occured in this quarters that kinda puzzled me.
The people were kind, caring, compassionate. The greatest irony materialized. Quite a substatial amount of people, no, a few people in fact, were screaming in the tumbling winds, facing the storey-high waves, screaming to the people in the quarters for help, to pull one more guy out of the water. A thousand of them in the quarters, barely 10 responded. About two hundred wished them "all the best" from inside the quarters in their K-Marts, Armanis, 'fraid to drown their Drakkar Noirs, unwilling to leave the Apple plugged in one year.
At a corner of this association, a cast, a statue caught my eye. As gold as it is, as little dust it collected, as little attention it grabs.
Isn't that the man who started this association? More than a century of history. How has rescue quarters turned up to be a clubhouse, the ugly revelation, the disgusting truth. A round of secularism, dead is the purpose, the invasion of a global mission to produce professionals, while there is so little reaction towards this imposition.
this association - a clubhouse, a social forum, holiday resort. is anybody listening? can you hear their screams for people to help?
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