There is no justice among men and yet it is believed that you get what you see, then such would be a wonderful world. We think we could get what we wish to see, fair enough, no man is ready to reach up as far as we can, and yet we expect God will reach down all the way.
Negligence has hurt us and will continue to devour the best in man. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us. What should we do seeing the homeless, by the sides of yet to be collected bins scavenged by foxes, actively we ride home, tug ourselves deep into our comfy gluttonous beds and hypocritically snore the dreams and hopes of the vulnerable down our morning drains, our true colours, nothing more nothing less man will just be human, but I say, a job worth doing is worth doing together and better a living dog than a dead lion. We can do without negligence, for death is the welcome cessation of idiocy.
Negligence, not to pick up something, is a failure to exercise the care that a reasonably prudent person would exercise in like circumstances. The area of law known as negligence involves harm caused by carelessness, not intentional harm. As huge as our responsibility haunts our capabilities to deal with negligence, the elderly or the ill stricken aged deserves more than just our attentions, merely for the risk that our generation presents to their existence.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in negligence, he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
An 'adult at risk' is someone aged 16 or over who is unable to look after their own well-being, property, rights or other interests; and is at risk of harm (either from another person’s behaviour or from their own behaviour); and because they have a disability, mental disorder, illness or physical or mental infirmity, are more vulnerable to being harmed than other adults, with higher regards to conditions such of people with dementia.
As youth lives in the future, so the adult lives in the past: No one rightly knows how to live in the present.
Why need not neglect the elderly especially?
Remember or ever heard of the cobbler on our scarcely savoury streets in winter, not only did he mend our soles but also purified our souls with gentle strokes of caring recommendations.
The veteran with touching stories of POW escapes, the mere opposition, fighting to stop a deranged being wanting to wipe out human races.
The nurse who treated our wounded soldiers, the beautiful nanny who brought us up. The elderly who gave birth and raised our parents.
Do ask about those who filled our markets, we used to see them at the stall too many times. The shop keeper that turned a room into a corner shop to supply our dairy needs.
Don't you think I know where these people live? I appeal for them not to be overlooked, because negligence will kill them. For their mental or physical impairment, they live each second on the shores of abuse. Your support and care will be their comfort and armour.
The highest happiness of man is to have probed what is knowable and quietly to revere what is unknowable.
No comments:
Post a Comment