I'd walk a mile for a Copacetic and Peaceful Environment.
Posted: Friday, July 15, 2011
by Priestess Kandi
Kandi's Treasures
I remember when news broadcasts had almost as many positive stories as negative ones. It seems that the days of helping your neighbor no longer exist. Not so long ago children were taught to turn to an adult for help if ever lost or in trouble. Children could play outside in their own yards, all day, with little fear of being abducted. Can you remember when your word was your bond? Mother Earth was something cherished. People smiled as they passed you on the street and actually greeted one another with pleasantries, attempting to spread cheer. Patience trusted their doctors to keep them well.
Human behaviors have changed dramatically over the last few decades. Today every where you look there is a massive negativity surrounding us. It is a rare occasion that a positive story makes the news; if in fact what you are seeing or reading is even news worthy at all. I see a world of drama when I pay attention to what the media is feeding to us.
Many people practice not even knowing who their neighbors are, in fear that their neighbors may turn out to be some kind of mentally challenged family. Helping your neighbor was not a phrase that only applied to the person who lived next door to you. I recall a day when perfect strangers would stop to assist each other, out of the goodness of their hearts.
In this day and age many will just keep going and never give a second thought about that person on the side of the road, the person or child who is being abused or someone who is in danger. I have witnessed total strangers making an effort to intentionally make these situation worse. I remember knowing all my neighbors, with the assurance that if something went wrong they would be there to help. We had dinner at each others homes, right before we started game night.
It comes as no surprise that children are growing up playing video games or using computers to communicate with their friends over the internet. It is not safe to allow children to be outside in their own yards any more. Just a couple of days ago I was told about a news article where a young child was walking home from day camp and stopped to ask an adult for help, because he had became lost. The child was later found dismembered in the same person's freezer, which he had sought help from.
When my children were young they played was a small girl, with beautiful blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and a personality to match. She was abducted from her front porch and later found buried in the woods near her home. Her shoes had been placed on top of her shallow grave, otherwise her remains may never have been found.
The street I lived on in the early 2000's was a fairly busy, two lane, road about half a mile from the entrance of the Airport. A sidewalk had been laid on only one side of this street. The Sun was setting with plenty of light to be considered broad daylight. Even though I had a car I set out walking to the convenient store only a few blocks from my home. After I traveled only 2 houses away a van pulled off the road and onto the grass beside me. The door quickly slid open.
Immediately I noticed the van was full of men who looked to be of Mexican decent. One of the men jumped out of the van trying to grab me. Instinctively I began to run. He ran after me. My speed was no match for this guy. I got away. My teenage daughter had informed me that this had happened to her a few months prior and in the same spot. We are often mistaken for each other; so I got the impression I had been mistaken for my daughter. There had been a history girls of all ages, missing from that area, with tales of a van full of Mexican men abducting them in just this same fashion.
Now, don't get me wrong. Over all the neighborhood was considered fairly safe, not to mention we had a city police officer as our next door neighbor. This was when I noticed crime rise in that area.
Now let's travel back to the day when kids looked forward to Saturday morning cartoons while they eat cold cereal and milk. After chores were done they had the whole day to do what ever they wanted and that included things like romping around the yard with imaginations hard at work. It was nothing to see a 8 to 10 year old child with a hammer and a box of 16 penny nails building a tree house or fort. They knew how to use the hammer and nails. Respect for the tools had already been instilled within them so the hammer and unused nails generally ended up in their homes.
Most likely you spent the entire day outside. In the summer, at some time through the day, you planned to capture lightening bugs; and put them in clear, glass, jars with some grass, in the evenings. So you spend a long time poking holes in the lid of a clear, glass, mayonnaise jar.
In the evening you ran around capturing the lightening bugs and put them in their new home. When you went in, with your jar full of new awesome pets, the jar was carefully placed on your dresser. You would admire them in all their wonder as their lights flashed on and off, but in the morning many seemed to be lifeless. You wonder what happened and how to keep the next ones alive.
Kids who grew up in New York may have gotten the idea that baby dinosaurs are bread in Florida. I remember when I moved back to Florida from New York, around the age of 5. I had already completed a couple years of preschool and visited many museums. At that time my most memorable was the Dinosaur Museum. You see Lizards coexist in more tropical climates than New York. Out of sight, out of mind.
I'd walk a mile for a chance to explore our new yard again. I noticed the wooden pump house had some green creatures crawling all over it. I went to take a closer look. I was so excited! I went running into the house screaming “Come quick! There are baby dinosaurs outside all over that little building”.
When you wanted to make a phone call you had to hope your fingers were small enough to fit in the correct numbered hole, on the round dial, turning it seven complete turns. Some people used a pen or pencil to dial the right number. That was only after you listened to see if there was a dial tone, or a conversation, on your party line. Generally you shared the same outgoing line, with your neighbor, to save some money. Today everyone has a phone in their hand, no matter where they are, consuming much of their lives.
I remember when kids would meet their friends at the arcade or skating rink with no parental supervision, other than our own self discipline and teachings. If you wanted to call mom you had to hope she was at the house, because there were no cell phones. To top it all off you had to have money for the pay phone. Kids were okay to be trusted to stay there, have safe fun and be outside, on time, when the parents drove up to pick them up.
Today parents are programed with the fear of harm coming to their kids if they can't see them. A dark cloud of reality that young 3rd grade children are pushing drugs and not to mention the choking reality is a forethought that you don't know who to trust, even your own family members.
I remember when junk food was for adults, unless it was used as a treat or reward. Most people knew how to grow their own vegetables and knew their food was pretty much safe to eat. The practice of buying food from a store has widely replaced more self substantial methods. With the number of single parent homes on the rise an “Instant food” concept has been embedded to “make life easier and simpler”. Frozen Prepare foods, filled with preservatives, poisons and other non nutritious additives, coupled by the Microwaves create a whole new bag of worms for the health of today's society.
I remember when life was much more laid back, copacetic and peaceful. I'd walk a mile for a copacetic and peaceful environment.
© 2011 Written by Priestess Kandi Ranson 07-14-2011
Priestess Kandi Ranson
PO BOX 1432
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina 29578
Actress
Non-Union
Gender: Female
Height: 5 feet 1 in
Weight: 98
Age Range: 14 - 200
Physique:Athletic
Hair Color: Blond(e)
Hair Length: Long
Eyes: Blue
Ethnicity: American Indian
About Priestess Kandi Ranson
Written by Copyright © 2007 -2011 Priestess Kandi Ranson
Born in Sanford Florida on March 12, 1970 (in this body), Priestess Kandi Ranson was destined to be an entertainer! She could always see herself being an actress on the big screen, then one day she was. She is a virtual assistant available to help you complete the tasks that will help your business grow through web site building, marketing on and offline, social networking, affiliate income, event organization, web master & more.
Your Personal Natural Born Psychic Medium And Reader
PO BOX 1432
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina 29578
Actress
Non-Union
Gender: Female
Height: 5 feet 1 in
Weight: 98
Age Range: 14 - 200
Physique:Athletic
Hair Color: Blond(e)
Hair Length: Long
Eyes: Blue
Ethnicity: American Indian
About Priestess Kandi Ranson
Written by Copyright © 2007 -2011 Priestess Kandi Ranson
Born in Sanford Florida on March 12, 1970 (in this body), Priestess Kandi Ranson was destined to be an entertainer! She could always see herself being an actress on the big screen, then one day she was. She is a virtual assistant available to help you complete the tasks that will help your business grow through web site building, marketing on and offline, social networking, affiliate income, event organization, web master & more.
Your Personal Natural Born Psychic Medium And Reader
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)You're so right about the events, happenings and people in this world today. A very well written article for creating awareness....Thanks for sharing...
Your bio is quite interestingly posted. So you have a Indian link (Ethnicity: American Indian )? Cool...
Keep sharing good articles...
Regards, ChiradeepPlease log in to respond to this comment.Thanks Chiradeep for reading. It is my aim to bring awareness to the world today. Seems that few people care enough to make an effort.Please log in to respond to this comment.
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