This is a story of life in America, but it happens everywhere. It is fictional and just an idea to make you think. This is more about Syria and Iraq, two nations at risk of being divided into many pieces by forces founded by rich Saudi Arabian and Persian Gulf kingdoms, and some other nations. Could the pieces governed by ISIS like rulers would create better democratic systems? Make you think, does it not?
My meshuge is a mutt and no bigger than a ten-pound agitated and demanding coyote. Anything moving makes him rattled and bark and bark. He is my walking companion whenever the weather and my old joints permit strolling a short distance in our neighborhood. He sniffs everything and drips on anything his leach would allow. His tail wagging and barking at the neighbors’ dogs as we walk through the street.
I keep a watch on the neighborhood as though it is my business. You think God gave me this responsibility. But, it is not that. We have had some problems, kids long delayed to grow up, break in to steal items to support their junks habits. These kids should get their testosterone level checked and should be in the Army so they could do their damages elsewhere. Not in my street.
But, I tell you. I have had some other kind of problems lately. Most of my neighbors are old and do their own things and sometimes force a smile as we go by. A house, just a few houses away from mine, is different. I have to tell you about it, not that I would want your advice or giving me your own two-cent explanation. Gai in drerde.
The house is different. I have seen two old couples as old as my granny in that house; bless my granny when she died just short of one-hundred a couple of years ago. I have seen in that yard a young coupe with two kids, a girl short of 6 years old and a boy, not 4 yet.
From what I can see, they mind their own business and keep their yard clean and their old car washed. But, there is something about that young boy. The size of his feet and hands tell me he will be a big bruiser when he is matured. It gives me a bit of problem when I think about it. Oy vay!
I am old and getting older each day. A few years from now, the boy will be strong and a tall, and I will be even older shorter than now. When I was drafted to serve in the Army, I learned to fight and use the bayonet, handguns and you tell me. I did my damage during the Vietnam War. But, that was many years ago. A few years from now, how could I defend myself if the boy would then decide to walk over and maul me and some? I am just thinking. I am afraid of that boy, he may be four years old now, but he is growing boy.
I have been talking with people in my street and try to find the business of the boy’s family. I was thinking if the family would face more hardship, then maybe they would sell or lose their house and move out of my neighborhood. And that would be the end of my fear.
Anytime I go to the house, my mutt threatens to kill the kid, agitated and threatening. My meshuge mutt is too small; otherwise, he could just do some serious damage to the boy. I am willing to sacrifice the mutt if he just could do the job. I have to face the reality and make a decision.
I say it would be justified. Just ask, that is the standard of treating others, partially fear and mucked up with conjecture. The boy would grow and could do some damage to me. It is all for my safety. I am justified.
But, could forcing the family out would create other more serious new problems? The new owners could have more than one growing boy. Then what?
My Perspectives 