Hup, two, three four! Keep it Moving!

There is a park a few miles from my home where I go to walk with some regularity. Even with my broken back I can walk a mile in about 20 minutes, then I take a 5 minute rest and do another one. Am I exhausted at the end of that trek? Oh, yeah. But I’m just trying to stay alive here, folks. In my walking I have begun to notice people and things, and also how my own perception of other persons has changed.

For instance, there are some studies that say (they vary) that from 2 to 3 people out of every 5 in our country are obese. Not just “over weight” but obese and that means really fat. At the park I see all kinds of people, black, white, Indians, Orientals. I see runners and slow walkers; I see couples and sometimes even whole families walking. I see women and sometimes couples, pushing a baby carriage as they walk. What I don’t see – are fat people. There are some, usually ladies, who are walking off a few pounds, but I have never seen a fat person there. Maybe there is a correlation here, but I’ll let you figure it out.

And I am aware of how my own perception of people has changed. Something that would never have occurred to me in the past, now frequently pops into my mind. When I see two women of about the same age walking together the very first thing that flashes in my brain is – Lesbians. Now, I know that is irrational, and it can’t be true. But I believe it is because the so-called “gay” activists have made homosexuality such an everyday issue, it has become an instant knee-jerk reflex for my mind. Years ago I would have thought sisters, mother and daughter, friends. Now, the media and the LGBT, Gay Pride month, Gay Pride parades, all of these screamers have irrevocably changed my perception of two women together. I hate that, but it’s not my fault. I have been brainwashed.

The other, and sad thing, that I have observed is how children now react when they see me. I love kids, especially cute little girls, because I had three of my own now grown up and gone. So when I see these children I automatically smile. And they respond with a look away, or even fear in their eyes. They have been taught, and rightly so, by their parents that “strangers” are dangerous, and to them that old guy walking past is a threat. It is a shame, but evil exists and we only have to watch the TV news to know that it has become a fact of our lives.

I grew up in a different time and place and not in an urban area. What I most remember about my childhood was summertime playing with other kids from dawn to dark. With never any fear, except the discipline from my own parents if they discovered that I had done something “bad.” What a pity that our country has degenerated to the point that innocent children have lost that freedom. Childhood is brief enough, without kids having to be afraid of every adult they see.

About johnbeckmanbooks

John Beckman, a retired meteorologist, was known as “Johnny the Weatherman” in a career that spanned forty years. He forecasted the weather on WSJS-TV in Winston-Salem, NC, at WFGA-TV in Jacksonville, FL, and for thirty-three years in Atlanta at WSB-TV and WXIA-TV. Also a well published author Beckman now devotes full time to writing fiction. He currently has several eBooks on Amazon.com, "Tropical Knights," first in a series of adventure/mysteries about a sailor and his lovely CIA cohort on a mission to save America. Now available the sequel, and second in the series: "Tropical Daze." The third Jack & Amy adventure is "Tropical Rage" which became available on 30 April 2014. All of his books are highlighted on http://johnbeckmanbooks.com and available from Amazon.com. . .
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