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The View from Carmen's Office, NYC Alma Rad 2013 |
And the whole thing started as harmlessly enough with a troll. You know those trolls, the ones that used to be under bridges eating the odd billy goat. Now trolls wait around every corner of the internet waiting to pounce-assured that they are clever, smug in themselves for being such a smart little troll. I do like trolls generally, I am guilty of meme squee, and sometimes cheering a troll on. Mostly because no person should take anything so seriously that you can't laugh a little at it. Unless it goes against my personal credo of "Do no harm." I'll have your back. You will find that on the internet that there are many authors who are sometimes either too crazy, nasty, or suborn to see any humor in anything; that you could leave it to a good troll to zest up a thread.
But in my case there was this one troll in particular who was perched on my sisters Facebook wall spewing all that negative stuff that just makes you feel bad about life. A mean person, so happy to share in every way how you are wrong and they are right, and aching to be knocked down off their high horse. An irritant you just want to fleck off of the skin of humanity; a human mosquito.
But in my case there was this one troll in particular who was perched on my sisters Facebook wall spewing all that negative stuff that just makes you feel bad about life. A mean person, so happy to share in every way how you are wrong and they are right, and aching to be knocked down off their high horse. An irritant you just want to fleck off of the skin of humanity; a human mosquito.
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Fernández Anaya helps Mutai toward the line 2013 / CALLEJA |
My sister had innocently shared the story of Basque athlete Iván Fernández Anaya who on the 2nd December in a long cross-country race noticed as it was nearly concluded that near to the end of the race a Kenyan runner Abel Mutai –the certain winner of the race-had mistakenly pulled up and began to stop running about 10 meters short the finish line, thinking in error that he had already crossed the line. Anaya quickly caught up with him, but instead of exploiting Mutai’s mistake to speed past and claim an unlikely victory, he stayed behind and guided the Kenyan to the line and let him cross first. My sister, in all her infinite sweetness, posted the story because as she said, "...it just reminded me of Lightning McQueen pushing the King across the finish line - because it was the right thing to do." from Disney/Pixar's 'Cars'. AND it is, AND it was! True, noble and kind all rolled into one.
The troll took this time to pounce on my sister saying that the victory is tainted because of Anya's actions, that it is un-sportsman to take an attitude that one should help out an opponent, how could people even consider glorifying such an egregious behavior in competition, and so on with other remarks that further illustrated that they had missed the point of the article completely. And I was flushed with anger that someone was picking on my sister so I stood up to the anonymous troll, picking on my cool sister. I surprised myself with what I said too.
"Do sports even mater in the grand scheme of things? ...gestures of kindness and compassion do; small ones and big ones. Especially when actions like that resonate with an individual. So much so that competition and self fulfillment become irrelevant, and encouragement, self-less-ness and community takes its place. ...An athlete somewhere was moved to do something for another competitor because he felt it was the right thing to do. And so what if it cost him a better time or placement, he did what he thought was right. Lincoln once said "My great concern is not whether you have failed, but whether you are content with your failure." I think Anaya, has found contentment in what others call a failure."
Felt good to do it too. And I tried my best to defend her ideals honorably on the battlefield of the inter-webs. The troll was banished, and harmony was restored unto Facebook. Soon after my sister called me up to shoot the breezes, and suddenly asked me to join her in New York City for the night.
I immediately said yes, just to take on an adventure. Than rationalized the whole trip for 2 reasons: one since I hadn't had a chance to see her really over Christmas or New Years. Second it was a relativity simple cover to get me up there to get some quality sketch work done for some art projects I would like to get under way. Plus the added bonuses; I could meet up with people from college that were up there, go to museums, and do all kinds of fun things. I had forgot almost completely that I hated New York city.
I hate New York City. I've been left there on school trips, been grifted of my money, patience, & time, been swindled by their swine, and have more than once been convinced that I was going to die at the hands of a giant purple dinosaur there. Against all of my better judgement I had agreed to go up to New York City--a city that I despise, just as much as it is indifferent towards me. But I had to go into the Lion's Den for some reason, I felt like my contempt towards the city made me have to. So I scrambled to ready myself for the next mornings train.
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Cars 2006 Disney/Pixar |
"Do sports even mater in the grand scheme of things? ...gestures of kindness and compassion do; small ones and big ones. Especially when actions like that resonate with an individual. So much so that competition and self fulfillment become irrelevant, and encouragement, self-less-ness and community takes its place. ...An athlete somewhere was moved to do something for another competitor because he felt it was the right thing to do. And so what if it cost him a better time or placement, he did what he thought was right. Lincoln once said "My great concern is not whether you have failed, but whether you are content with your failure." I think Anaya, has found contentment in what others call a failure."
Felt good to do it too. And I tried my best to defend her ideals honorably on the battlefield of the inter-webs. The troll was banished, and harmony was restored unto Facebook. Soon after my sister called me up to shoot the breezes, and suddenly asked me to join her in New York City for the night.
I immediately said yes, just to take on an adventure. Than rationalized the whole trip for 2 reasons: one since I hadn't had a chance to see her really over Christmas or New Years. Second it was a relativity simple cover to get me up there to get some quality sketch work done for some art projects I would like to get under way. Plus the added bonuses; I could meet up with people from college that were up there, go to museums, and do all kinds of fun things. I had forgot almost completely that I hated New York city.
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The Train-view of Sunrise over Bridesburg, Pennsylvania 2013 / FISHER |