Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Sunday, 3 February 2019

Heroes

Yesterday morning after chores and errands the wife and I decided to splurge and do a brunch thing. We had just been shown to our tables when this old boy and his adult daughter were seated at the table beside us.

Right off the bat, the daughter started haranguing the old fella: “Dad. Dad. Dad...wanna go home? Please dad, dad! DAD!!! Where's the car, Dad? Where's the car??? DAD! Can we go home? Can we go home please, dad? I wanna see mom. Can we go home and see mom, Dad? Dad...!!!"

For 45 minutes it went like that. It was awful for everyone. My ears don't work so well anymore and with that background noise I couldn't really talk to the wife. Other people at the tables around us steadfastly refused to acknowledge the disturbance either. The lady was obviously star crossed, or moon touched or an 'emissary from heaven' as the poets would like to say it. I fancy myself a Christian man, but that haranguing and harping left me wanting to either kill myself or the lady, even though she couldn't help it. I stole the odd glance at the elderly father and all I could see was despair. He murmured back mechanically at the daughter, ignored her for the most part. All he wanted to do was go out for breakfast, and all the daughter wanted to do was go home where it was safe. "We're out to have a nice meal," he told the daughter, "and to give Mom a break..."

When they were gone all I could think of was how we worship idiot sports stars and brain dead  Hollywood celebs. But that fella with the mentally retarded daughter put up with that noise every day. I'd eat my gun, faced with that. But that guy and his wife did heavy lifting and carried loads that would snap me like a twig.

How many heroes are there, living right under our noses, doing stuff like this?

Have a great Sunday and thanks for stopping by. Stay warm you guys.

7 comments:

  1. I've gotten to the point where there are only a few places in town I will take the wife, largely because of that kind of thing.

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  2. There, but for the Grace of God, goes thee and me..

    I could not bear up under the strain that Dad goes through.

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  3. Glen, I cannot imagine bearing that kind of burden every day but I know people that do - and often, they do it with a smile. It speaks both to the power of love and the fact that (as you rightly point out) we constantly worship the wrong thing.

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  4. sorry your brunch ws ruined but think of the mom getting a break even for an hour i would go madder than i am but could you put the child in a place where there might be abuse? her parents are holding on as long as they can. God bless them, and you for your patience.

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    1. It must be sheer hell on them, Deb. Hey - how are you holding up?

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  5. There's one lady in my old church back home that had a similar situation. The daughter was nice most of the time, but could have melt-downs and scream loud enough to be heard in Ontario. There isn't much you can do except wait for it to pass.

    I had one relative, an aunt, that was very attractive. I remember her from when I was about 6 or so years old. Mom always kept an eye on her when she came over for holiday visits, explaining that she was a bit odd. Years rolled by, and she ended up as a ward of the State in a home for the mentally ill. She was violent, you see, and no one at home could handle her.

    I've read about parents that could no longer cope. They drop the child off and skip town, and that's that. The general public, aided by commercial media, screams about how vile and uncaring these people are, not understanding that they've been deprived of sleep, tranquility, and all spendable income ever since the child was born. Eventually they just give out, give up, whatever.

    We had a 7 year old boy at church who was (I think) autistic. Couldn't talk, but could make himself understood to a very primitive degree. If the child didn't like something, he was prone to bite. After a few incidents the mother was told to keep him home; they couldn't handle him. Which was true enough. I watched him sink his teeth into the triceps of a church elder when the man was moving the little darling outside - where he couldn't bite one of the other kids.

    "There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford", attributed to John Bradford as he watched a line of prisoners being led to the scaffold. There is some controversey as to the author's actually saying this, but by all accounts he was pious enough to have said it, and so it continues to be attributed to him. He was burned at the stake around 1555 by Bloody Mary and her elite cadre of Catholics.

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    1. I would be in the can for murder with a kid like that, Jack. And probly be happy to be there too.

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