Thought and Poem – December 28, 2014
There are some people, and we know who they are; we are not going to point any fingers, but when you tell them that they are not going to like the end results of the paths they are taking…well…they are not happy.
It is true that we are all born with a “mind” of our own, but if I could do my life all over again, I would be one of those who would listen this time when others tried to show me the right way to do things. I truly am one who did not like the end results of some of the things I did in my life!
We head down roads and even though we know at the time, without anyone having to tell us, that we may not like how things end up, we still are determined to stay on the path leading to destruction. Why? Because we can!
Our parent’s tried to warn us, our friends tried to warn us, we have read books or seen movies about those who took the say well-traveled roads we are taking and we still do what we want to…because we can!
If I could have a dollar (it used to be a penny, but you know…the economy) for every time I saw someone’s finger pointing at me while at the same time they are declaring their warnings, I would be very wealthy. I would have the money to publish my second book, get my sister the Benton car she has always wanted and I could buy my children their own homes! Oh how I wish I had listened.
What about you? Did you heed the warnings when the “red-flagging finger pointers” sounded their alarms around you? Share your thoughts with us…Jeanne Claire Probst
Finger Pointing?
I hate the “pointing finger” pointing at someone thing,
Unless, you are pointing to get someone’s attention, or you are pointing to send out some kind of a warning.
FYI, if you ever thought about pointing a finger at someone else, and letting them know a thing or two,
While you are pointing your finger at them, look at your hand as there are three fingers are pointing back at you.
My mom was a victim of the “pointing the finger” syndrome, and I never liked it when my mom held that pointing finger in the air,
The rule of thumb in these cases was, don’t look her way, as you inch your way out of the room and quickly disappear.
Because every time her finger was pointed at me,
I knew she was not happy, and she was about to give me the first degree about something.
If I was late coming home, up went the finger, with a million questions following closely behind,
And you would think that after years of seeing her do this, I would learn to be on time.
Then there were the times with her finger still in the air,
She would warn my brothers and sisters and I to “wait until your father gets home, you’ll wish you didn’t live here.” (Most of these times, we secretly seconded the motion).
And what about the times, as we got a little older,
And clearly had our own ideas and we expressed them as we grew bolder,
That “pointing finger” again would shake repeatedly,
“Wait until you have kids of your own, you will see it is not so easy.”
Well now, just the other day, I found myself doing the “pointing the finger” thing,
As I was expressing to my family how I felt about something that was happening to me.
And before I knew it a memory surfaced in my mind that made me stop in the middle of what I was doing,
As I had realized I had my mother’s “finger pointing syndrome,” her disease had followed me!
Jeanne Claire Probst
