Ruphus -> RE: :O( Old Man Degrading (Feb. 6 2013 2:16:08)
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Hey Bill, I truly appreciate your advice and the well-meaning behind it. But I just can´t leave like that. You know, I had my moderate share of shabby behaviour and opportunistic strategies in the first decades already ( like say, when covering the return trip for 3 lost Germans from LA to NY, whose leading head, brought to America as chief of a crew of German workers to renovate my brother´s places in US, be treated generously as it gets and rewarded royally, recovered 15 years later by me, only to swear that none of the three could remember how I spent on thier flight tickets ), and I have much more expensively been patently screwed over by major companies, managed landlords etc. only to see how corruption up into the German judicacy works ... Experiencing what being at mercy means. Enough that you would feel wanting to jump against the wall with head first. ... But you would calm down again after a while, trying to look forward, and finally with good hope in the back of your head. Then, around the passing away of my old lady, an abyss gradually opened before my feet until it revealed to be a canyon to intact inner eyes. A canyon of most unbelievable misuse of trust and casual offencing of humane basics. And the offenders after a couple of phoney steps of condolence would dance away light-hearted to continue their lives as just decent people who meet each other as distinguished folks, nipping their cups of tea with each other while solidarizing oh so integerly against certain nuts out there, like me. And when I sued, they, stuffed with my money and so much better up than me, consulted a hadji to bribe him with an amount far out of my options. The court then out of the blue closed the case, claiming that I had been informed per registered post ( that never occured) and left the thieves quietly grin behind a law that allows no revision. ( Found out about the ways of closing just recently, years later. For you are not even allowed to examine the files.) Sorry, for being so lengthy about the moral of it. Felt I need some onset to make clear why I can´t shrug off one more time. - Secondly, there is the pecuniary part of it. The curreny is seeing severe inflation since decades, that is now in the hundreds of %, and there is a devalueing on exchange of down to 1/4. If I sold my house and took the remains abroad, the resulting budget wouldn´t be enough to live and too much to die. I would have to take a job in a dental lab or something for small change, and it would frustrate me to no ends. Seems I am just bound to hold on for at least 2 years or so. At a risk, I know. Specially with all the cackling that I can´t resist to. - Hi Morante, Thank you for the nice words! Similar to your ways I have regretted pretty all injuries caused. In unpredictable random moments damaged eyes, broken bones and teeth will pop up before the inner eye and give me bad moments, though none have ever been provoked by me. I was offered jobs as body guard and debt collector in the nineties and turned them down, though the first could had meant interesting international moves. But despite professional levels and greatest fascination about actual systematics of arts like WT or Escrima, I kept considering physcial conflicts as shaming certificate past historical Middle Age. ( Originally, I started out seeking disciplining / calming down for myself in Seido Karate [ if any New Yorker here knows Tadashi Nakamura ... I keep best memories of this amicable and impressive personality in my heart.]) Interest into finding out the physically most practical application emerged yet later on the way through styles. I think the contradiction between fighting / defending talent and actually peaceful character occures every other time. Aside of some mates of such kind, my most prominent example would be Champion Jack Dupree. I had ened up in his home spontaneously in a bar night, and he was so dear and peaceful that I in my stupid late twens couldn´t believe his boxing merrits and let him know my doubts in an overweening silly way. It was years later, when I read about his incredible vita and career; and it touched me to tears, making so darn regret my moron behavour before this man who would had deserved all the respect in this world and an extra portion on top for his dearest humbleness. From what I saw in Hanover CJD undeservedly and to the contrary of his fantastic career lived a materially impropriate plain life. The news of his death in the papers years afterwards was such a downer to me, and realizing that therfe woul be no chance anymore to apologize for my stupid behaviour and make good with honoring his achievements as boxer and musician. Fighting talent is spread among the reluctant too. CJD for instance certainly was all but a brute. Never fond of boxing, another sportsman I always adored though is Sven Ottke, who was not only outstanding in his technique, stamina and career, but would just not be aggressive no matter what. ( Also very sympathtic personal encounter in Cologne.) Just saying. Ruphus
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