Ode to the righteous

When we work for the protection of others, we are selfless'


When we comfort others we are selfless,


We fear no evil, nor hurt nor pain, when our spirit is extinguished,


There can be no more thought, nor fear nor longing, only peace,


As we look to shield others from harm, from hurt,


We become above the reality of life, the chaos that surround our differences,


Our blood is our own, and cannot be used for the furtherance of evil,


Our blood can be spilt, but will regenerate through the common thought of selflessness


When we look in the eye of the child and see the question, see the plea,


We selflessly respond and answer the question that cannot be claimed by the child,


When the light is extinguished, another is created through the transfer of good,


With the peace that arrives, there is no judge, only that of what we have achieved.

It pays - again - to complain

I am always surprised at the lack of energy that is applied when things go wrong. I am a serial complainer, not just to gain recompense for myself. Any service or product offering needs to satisfy the consumer that it is fit for purpose. Only by gaining continual feedback from their customers can producers and service industries improve. I know, because I work in a position where a product is created and sold. Thus, I have a fair idea how the customer may feel when they receive poor service. The things that I complain about are those that have affected me adversely. For example, I ate a chocolate bar that contained a piece of woody stalk from a plant. The producer admitted that it was not part of the product and created a hazard for the customer. I received a refund of £14 for a 70p candy bar...... Not all complaints get a return, but, it is better to have tried. The pen is mightier than the sword.. just put it in writing.


Regards