Average American

Old professionals on a new job.

To the face they may be professional.

Sincere.

Quick learners.

Conscientious.

Great communicator.

To the back they are over confident.

Skill deficient.

Inconsistent.

Untrustworthy.

Arrogant.

Indifferent.

Socially inept.

Those from overseas definitely are

Brown.

Accented.

Immigrant.

Excellence is threatening.

Excellence deserves vindication.

Jealousy.

Gossip.

Even, oppression.

Average is necessary.

Average is promoted.

Average is permitted.

To be allowed to be someone, there is only one need.

Tact.

Tact to be visible but not be noticed.

Lack of tact is the one critical deficiency to overcome.

Good, bad or excellent does not matter.

Results, do not matter.

Making a million for the organization, does not matter.

Working enough for ten, does not matter.

This is America.

The only thing that matters is whether you can fit in with the average.

Purge

A few months back there was another emotional upheaval to go through.

What do you do when you are offered a path?
Is there ever a choice?

You think you have a choice.
You do what you have to do.

So I did.
The question had presented itself.
It is much simpler than what it was made out to be.

It was merely a question of recognizing the pus that had been festering.
The pus of unanswered questions.
The questions unanswered because they were never asked.
The questions never asked for fear they wouldn't be answered.

The only way to rid the body of an abscess is to drain the pus.
I did it too.
I asked all those questions.

I was right about one thing.
There was no answer.

I was not right about one thing.
It was not a futile exercise.

We sometimes hold on to our shackles.
So used to them, we guard our own prisons.
Letting go is all it takes.

The answers will come... 
Or they may not.

But now I am purged and the healing has begun.

Why?.... Because.....

There was a time, when someone would walk out on me without a reason, and I would be left with only one thing.

A curiosity so strong, I could barely make it through the darkness of that one word.

Why?

Then it started happening.

Those people started to come back. 

Years apart.

Paths start crossing and things have a way of coming around.

There must be some merit to the String theory! 

And when they come around, the backs are no longer turned.

To avoid looking into the eyes is no longer an option.

The truth is Absolution!

It is never what I expect the answer to be.

Never an assumed flaw I wondered about.

Even though, relentless self scrutiny did offer observations that remedied many a real flaw I had.

It is a poisoned gossip vine.

Or a weak spine.

Sometimes, mere inconvenience.

Greater than the closure, is the lesson.

The more precious for the bitter way it is learned.

When someone turns their back on you for apparently no reason, the Universe is giving you a gift!

Accept it and cherish the opportunity to know the truth about someone's character.

Q. Why?

A. Because...

Sometimes we need just an ear.

Sometimes we need a hand to hold.

Sometimes we need a shoulder to prop on.

Sometimes, we need to look into the mirror of a turned back.