Same things, different meanings

This thought was started with a memory of a thing my parents did. I always thought they did not have any friends because they did not socialize much. Now, I think it may have been becauase of our great isolation and lack of common minds to spend time with. It was really nest to spend time with eachother anyway, it molded us into a solid family unit, sort of the way moving does (you learn who will really be there after all, it is easier to make your family your best friends) I have to interject a thing a teacher of the kids told me last valentine's day. She said, "I know who Joseph's valentine is, and she is one lucky girl." Then looking at Mary she said, " It is you, Mary. He told me that he loves you the most of any girl he knows!"

Ok, now on to my memory. I was remembering that there was a person they knew who was in a hospital... the hospital was not nearby, perse, but they claimed it was on their way to stop by and visit, and that is what they did.

Then, I moved out here to Utah, and I often thought how odd the culture was in contrast, the biggest thing I noticed was how service oriented everyone was.

As kids, we worked alot, but it was for us, not for others. What that was an attempt to say is that I learned the value of working, but I noticed that others worked as hard but it was for someone else. I reasoned that was actually the same thing, family was merely defined a bit differently, an entire community was a sort of family unit, so the work was actually the same. Next, my daughter gave a talk on the Good Samaritan and a point the story makes is that we do not just care for our own, but for all fellow beings. And literally, everyone alive is our eternal family, so to speak. (In Sociology our teacher talked about distinguishing cultures by concentric rings of us and them and some being ethno and some being external and some will not marry cousins, and some will not eat chicken embryos).

It all harkens back to the same idea that it is not a thing itself but how it is seen. I heard a very great soliloquy on good and bad given by a priest on "House of Cards" where he said that even the Ten Commandments can be manipulated by interpretation. Eatting people is seen as wrong, right? Exactly, sometimes we kill people who oppose us in a thing called war, but really, if you were starving you still would not eat them.

Yeah, I am so glad for all of the things my parents were, they made me realize what is good and that I do not need to ever accept an almost. And we do not need to call everyone our friend to be kind to them. It all boils down to complete irrelevance as  to what we call a thing, but more about what we do.