Translation (It was not me)
I had a marvellous day yesterday with my daughter. It was just one of those days when everything just went right. I hate timetables, but my daughter likes to be organised so I had taken the time to find out bus times. I wandered down to the village, bought a paper and arrived at the bust stop just as the bus before the one I was heading for arrived. The bus driver saw me heading to the stop and kindly waited and I was off.
I arrived in Edinburgh to a beautiful sunny day. From there on, the day just got better and better. Over lunch we talked about how we could sort out the world problems. Amazingly simple! Teach people to stop blaming everybody else and take responsibility for the error of their ways.
I do not know what it is like where you are, but here there are so many stories of people looking to blame somebody, and nobody ever wants to take the blame. Of course sometimes an accident is just that, an accident, and there is no blame. Maybe we also need to learn that lesson also.
Here in Scotland we have this lovely phrase, “It Wisnae Me.”
I reminded my daughter that we learn that syndrome very early in life.
The day, I heard crying, and went up to my son’s room. My daughter was there also. Ross my son was in tears. Before I could say anything she said, “It wisnae me.” I asked why he was crying and was informed he had hit his head off a bat that was lying on the floor. “Where was the bat at the time?” I asked. “In my hand.” said my daughter.
There is a true story of a young girl who the week before her final exams at university went to a Buddhist monastery to ask the monks if they would say some chants each day to help her pass her examinations. The monk she spoke to did not believe that was how it worked but he did agree to do so thinking it might boost her confidence.
They never saw the girl again, but they did hear rumours that she was telling everybody that the monks were failures. She had failed her exams because their chants were no use. She forgot to mention she had spent all the academic year partying.
I heard a saying some years ago. It is a bit rough but it sure hits the right spot.
A man had an itch on his ass
He scratched his head
The itch never went away.
I apologise if that is too coarse but it does bring me back to where I started. We need to stop blaming everybody else before first looking and asking about our own part in the things that annoy us.
Lets start with who is holding the bat.
Have a great day.
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