Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Gold isn't Golden

I like my gym. I signed up about a year ago and its been nice. Its small and cheap and not very crowded. I haven't ever been picked up on by a man or a woman. I just go in, work my triceps, and get out. Just the way a gym should be. Also, my gym is like a half mile away from my house, so I'm really left with out an excuse to go. I don't think I've gotten skinnier, but I don't think working out is as much about getting skinnier as much as it is about not getting fatter. 

So, I was walking back to my apartment after kicking my own butt down at my neighborhood gym and I saw something rad; a hub cap propped up against a tree. I had a moment of hope, a moment of motivation that maybe the world isn't going to Hell, maybe we do have the best years ahead yet. 

I think its because of the proppedness of the hub cap. Hub caps fly off all the time, I admit it, but the odds of that hub cap landing just like that against that tree on my way home are too obtuse to be legitimate. Someone along the way stopped and helped someone else over something as insignificant as a hub cap. The person helped and the person helping will never see each other's faces. The helper doesn't get to write off on his taxes because of the hub cap service. The whole thing is awesome and telling. Awesome because it leaves and impression and telling because it shows that people are not as cold as we make them out to be.

As I walked by I thought about Jesus. I thought about His Golden Rule. I thought that that hub cap's proppedness has to be tied back to the Golden Rule. The helper must have thought, "Man, I hated having to buy four more hub caps because I couldn't find that one that fell off. I don't want that to happen to someone." How could it be so lost in other aspects of life? The rule and its golden appeal? Other than Jesus and the Rule, I thought about how nowadays gold isn't worth much to anyone except bankers and Fort Knox guards. Girls want platinum baby. But I don't think that that's why its the golden rule. Its called that way because gold used to be great, used to be valued as the highest. And if that is the case, let's just call it the Bentley Rule, the Platinum Rule, the Dolce and Gabbana rule. Its the highest rule to live by. Its a moral reasoning system in and all by itself. 

I walked in my house and thought about all the hub caps I had seen propped throughout my twenty-three years. I thought about the last time I had propped one, or if someone had propped one for me. So long as hub caps are propped, I think we'll be okay.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Who You'd Follow Into A Fire

So, as I watched John McCain tonight I couldn't help but thinking, "Dude, this guy is awesome." Now, to have you understand me correctly, I figure we've really got to check out what I mean by 'awesome'. I guess just think of awesome as meaning 'impressionable'. And let impressionable mean something like, "something with the capacity to leave an impression." Because John McCain left some kind of impression. Let's just say in the same way a burned out house leaves impressions on the trees around it. I couldn't stop watching because I kept anticipating him to drop the 'f' bomb, or scream some racial slur, or worse, say something that didn't start with "Senator Obama...". I guess I had to keep watching, really, for the same reasons that I can't really take my attention off my crazy grandpa Billings. I just want to be able to say I saw the crazy thing he did. Its pathetic actually. Its like politics are the longest, most boring, expensive sports around, with athletes that aren't athletic. Anyways. 

What I'm really getting at is that through my experience with the campaigning, I've come to a mantra. 'Mantra' is a sweet word, wait, did I spell it right? The mantra is, "Would you follow them into a fire?" The situation is this: One night an apartment building in your neighborhood catches fire and you go running to see what's up. There are tons of people outside, the fire fighters aren't there, and somebody is screaming for someone, anyone, to go help save 10 kids who are trapped. In the crowd of people there are tons of people willing to go, but one person stands up and says, "Alright, I need four other people, we'll go in, we'll grab two kids a piece, and get out of there." Now remember, there are tons of people in the crowd, so no one is going to care if you yourself don't go, but you feel obligated, so then you ask yourself, looking at this person who has stepped up to the task of leading the group, "Would I follow them into the fire?" It really comes down to the fact that a job has to get done, and people's lives are on the line, and who is going to get it done. You know, Get 'er done. Kyle, Justin, Katie, Cj, Dad, everyone else who holds my love, I would follow you. But you aren't this person, nope, the person who volunteered to lead is Barack or John. I would follow Barack, Barry, B. Hussein Obama, which ever you prefer. You know, the democrat.

I'm not going to tell you why. Na, I'm going to focus on why you'd follow someone into a fire. I would follow Kyle because I know he would be brave. I would follow Justin because when I couldn't carry the fat kid anymore, he would do it. I would follow Cj because he would let the kids grab their stuffed animals. I would follow Katie because she would never let anyone know that she was the leader, we'd all just know. And my dad, well because he knows how to make a kid stop crying, and kids crying in a fire just make it worse. I guess I realized that trust really relies on what makes you feel secure with a person, and you can test that by seeing when you won't trust, and if that trust goes all the way into the place that may end your life, then it is trust indeed. John McCain is awesome, see?