Where’s Your Pride?
by
Anthonystjoseph
Unfortunately I had to go to a place this
week that I rarely like to go to… It’s a
place where somebody gets my GOAT! I ran
into a man who was an individual that was so without any ethics, morals,
principles, or any type of a scruple whatsoever. The problem that this man presented to me was
that he was one of my workers on a construction and remodeling project that I
was managing. At a certain point I
realized the worker was more interested in ‘collecting’ items from the jobsite
than actually working and doing what he was hired to do… It became so obvious with his wandering eyes
and pilfering hands that I realized this man had no pride and was clearly
letting the world know, I’m here to steal.
He was a real life hyena or Australian Dingo completely without pride.
Some people like to get people’s
goats. I don’t mess with anyone’s
goat. If there’s anything that always
remains on the top of my wish list, it’s that nobody ‘gets my goat’ to come
out. My goat is so ugly that even I
don’t like it! My goat is so ruthless
that it even scares me. It’s ruthless
because it’s very thorough in displaying itself and dispensing of problems. So for someone who really wants to see it, it
shall be done. I am so thankful and
grateful that my goat has not somehow ruined my existence. Fortunately, intelligence and quick
wittedness have usually always controlled my goat, and when that has failed, I
have counted on heavenly intervention which has never let me down.
I then ordered the unscrupulous worker off
of my jobsite after he gave me an attitude when I asked his name… ARE YOU KIDDING ME! See, some people get real confused with my
pretty face, long hair, and jovial nature…
They think they’re dealing with a pushover or someone they can push over! That’s not the case here. I was born in the North, trained in the
South, founded in the East, and reared in the West; any direction you want to
take this we can definitely work it out.
I am the Alpha in my pride.
My words are my pulpit and my stories are
my sermons, all I’m trying to do is preach.
I’m about to preach to this ‘lack of pride’. You are a grown man. You are hired to work. The other grown men who were hired with you
are working… You should be too. Instead,
you are malingering and eyeballing merchandise that is not yours. You have placed stuff in your van that is NOT
yours. You need to get out of here and
go find your pride. You need to go back
and ask your momma or your daddy for it because they’re the ones who forgot to
give it to you!
Now I’m not talking about an over
abundance of pride because most know that is wrong and delves into the areas of
conceit. We’re talking about the kind of
pride were your mother and father can say, “I’m proud of my son”, “I’m proud of
my daughter”. We’re talking about the
kind of pride that makes you walk the walk to where your own kids can say,
“That’s my dad”, and be proud to say it.
“That’s my mom”, and glad to say it.
I’m sad to say that this man wasn’t a member of my Pride. He needed to get off my jobsite and go find
his pride because he wasn’t a member of mine…
By
Anthonysjtoseph
All works copyrighted
and protected by law
No comments:
Post a Comment