Tuesday, 23 September 2014
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
UGLY
Yesterday I read the most though-provoking article. The article brought me to tears and mind you I do not tear up easily. So now I have decided to share it, so here it goes:
"Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who UGLY was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start off with, he had only one eye, and where the other one should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on his same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. 'That's one UGLY CAT!'
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosted him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately being suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with neighbours huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of his fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling, I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring . Even in the greatest pain, that Ugly battle-scarred cat was only asking for affection, prehaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or sratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk shows ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scared on the outside, but I was scared on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total trust and compassion to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well-liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be UGLY. " - Taken from uglythecat.com
"Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who UGLY was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start off with, he had only one eye, and where the other one should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on his same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. 'That's one UGLY CAT!'
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosted him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately being suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with neighbours huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of his fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling, I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring . Even in the greatest pain, that Ugly battle-scarred cat was only asking for affection, prehaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or sratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk shows ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scared on the outside, but I was scared on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total trust and compassion to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well-liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be UGLY. " - Taken from uglythecat.com
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
Cannot deal anymore
I just cannot wait for the holidays, this is a much needed break for me. It has been such a short and stressful term. The fact that I am working does not help. I have been so tired and all that I want to do is sleep. The fact that after a long day at school, I have to go straight to work. I am so exhausted and all that I want to do is sleep. And whenever I have to come to school early, I struggle to wake up.
But even after all of this, the greatest reward is when you get paid at the end of the month. That is the greatest but the process getting there is the worst.
I guess that I should be greatful for getting a job and getting a good salary. I guess that I should look at the positives of this job instead of the negatives. As the saying goes, what does not kill you can only make you stronger.
But even after all of this, the greatest reward is when you get paid at the end of the month. That is the greatest but the process getting there is the worst.
I guess that I should be greatful for getting a job and getting a good salary. I guess that I should look at the positives of this job instead of the negatives. As the saying goes, what does not kill you can only make you stronger.
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