HOW CAN I BE SO WRONG WHEN WHAT I’M TRYING TO DO SEEMS SO RIGHT?

 

 

I want to develop a workable way to feed the hungry and teach them how to manually produce and preserve vegetables and meats to feed themselves because once everyone can take care of themselves, poverty will end soon thereafter, and wars will likewise end soon after poverty ends. Click this site to gain some understanding of the pain of starving hunger:  

 http://www.poverty.com/index.html 

 

 Remember despite the help of many organizations, foundations, governments and so on, poverty simply gets worse each  year because of the way these  good intended folks raise their money by using money, not  true labor; and in so doing for each family they help they also harm another somewhere  else by rasing prices of the goods and services they provide humanity.

 

YES, ONE CAN INDEED FEED THE HUNGRY ON THEIR OWN WITHOUT DONATING ANY MONEY TO SOME ORGANIZATION THAT CLAIMS TO BE FEEDING THEM FOR THE DONATION, BUT FOR SOME REASON THERE ARE MORE HUNGRY PEOPLE TODAY THAN WHEN THE ORGANIZATIONS STARTED HELPING. THE SAME IS TRUE WHEN THE GOVERNMENTS HELP WITH TAX MONEY; OR WHEN SOME EXTREMELY WEALTHY PERSON USES PERSONAL MONEY TO SETS UP A PROFIT PRODUCING FOUNDATION TO HELP.

I WROTE THIS NOTE TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS LACK OF IMPROVEMENT:

 

(“POVERTY IS THE WORST FORM OF VIOLENCE” (GANDHI, WHO BELIEVED IN ACTIVE-NOT PASSIVE, LIKE PRAYER-RESISTANCE.)

 

I agree because there are more people directly affected by poverty than any other form of violence; and there is no way this massive number of people can ever become their own good self, let alone their ever growing best self; accordingly humanity will never be able to become its own ever growing best self.

 

Until humanity can so become there will be wide spread lying, cheating, stealing, and killing as well as war and terrorism in each’s every form all over the world everywhere every minute of every day of every year and even of every generation.

 

Seriously consider the hungry children situation:

 

 "IF HUNGRY CHILDREN AND THEIR PARENTS SEEM COLD AND BITTER, THEN I BEG OF YOU, JUST STOP AND CONSIDER ALL THEY’VE GONE THROUGH, DON’T BE QUICK TO CONDEMN THEM FOR THEIR INABILITY TO FEED THEMSELVES; OR FOR THINGS THEY MIGHT SAY OR DO SUCH AS LIE, CHEAT, STEAL, AND/OR EVEN KILL. JUST REMEMBER, LIFE TURNED THEM THAT WAY.

 

THEY’VE BEEN WALKED ON AND STEPPED ON SO MANY TIMES BY THOSE WHO ARE SO BUSY EARNING MORE MONEY THAN THEY NEED TO WORRY ABOUT WHAT THEY STEP ON; AS WELL AS THE UNWILLINGNESS TO CHANGE OF THOSE WHOSE NATURE IT IS TO IGNORE AND/OR ONLY GIVE PASSIVE RESISTANCE-LIKE PRAYER-TO WHAT’S IN THE PATH WHERE THEY DAILY WALK; AND I HATE TO ADMIT IT BUT THE LAST FOOTPRINTS ARE THOSE CLAIMING TO HELP THEM WITH FUNDING MEANS AND TRAINING REQUIREMENTS THAT WILL HARM, MORE THAN HELP, THEM IN THE LONG RUN.

 

THE HUNGRY WERE CRYING PROFUSELY YEARS AGO; BUT THEY ARE CRYING MUCH HARDER TODAY. SO DON’T BLAME THEM, LIFE LEFT THEM HUNGRY, AND TURNED THEM COLD AND BITTER".

(TAKE A GOOD-AT LEAST 2 MINUTE- FULL PAGE LOOK AT THIS ONLINE SITE)

 (http://www.poverty.com/index.html).)

 

 I know, I should have understood what was right 10 or more years ago. Then I could have adjusted my effort to the nature and/or personal situation of willing-but unchangeable-helpers.

 

 I wrote this note to express my feelings about the unwillingness to change when the change is for the true right:

(Paraphrased from Porter Wagoner)

 

 I walked in the front yard. I saw the grass grow greener, and the oak trees grow taller. The ripen acorns drew the birds and the squirrels who gracefully found food and home. I walked around to the back garden where the flower and vegetable plants as well as the fruit trees were in full bloom and ever where drawing the bees that so gracefully buzzed each and every blossom.

At the end of the yard, I walked through the whispering forest, not a man made sound was heard, I listen to the friendly crickets sing so chirpily, I looked out into the thicket, a rabbit wiggle his long ears and ran so gracefully. I waded across the clear flowing river, I looked down at its bottom, and a big fish swish it wide tail and swam so gracefully. I walked across the flat land. I listen to the wolf's yearning howl in response to the call of the wild. A small red fox waved its bushy tail and dashed away so gracefully. I climbed the mountain and looked out over the sea, a bald eagle spread its feathery wings and flew so gracefully. At sunset on the sea’s horizon, it was a heavenly sight and in the distant I saw a beacon’s light. I knew I was walking where men so seldom trod; then I stopped and thought of God Who gives His Free Grace and Blessings of life and love and Who is surely pleased how nature and animal life use and live His Grace and Blessings here on earth, for their hearts gracefully shine light and open the end of the tunnel.

I walked to a busy city with vehicles zooming here and there below sky-high buildings. Man and steel make it. A young one cries, an old one dies; and poverty and wealth, sickness and health, love and hate, lying and cheating, stealing and killing, as well as war and terrorism are real, and happening everywhere. At sunset on the land’s horizon, it was a hellishly sight and in the distance I saw a crack cocaine darkness. I knew I was walking where men too often trod; then I stopped and thought of God Who gives His Free Grace and Blessings of life and love and Who is surely angry with how mankind pollutes and depletes nature, and thoughtlessly uses and lives His Grace and Blessings here on earth, for their hearts carelessly darken and close the end of the tunnel.

 

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