Pippin
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Very interesting moral problem and also interesting how the UK handles this differently. Well, actually the avatar can be mislead ring. Currently I reside in Canada, right up against the U.S. border. We do however, also have an oath every physician must take when they suspect child abuse is occurring. Actually, it’s not just an oath, but they are required to notify authorities by Law. If it is proven later there has been an abuse and a physician had not made a statement when the evidence was there, his future medical field will be in serious doubt. (Also I believe some other penalties as well,). It is interesting, this whole evening my nerves have been shot. I finished smoking another pack here, trying to do some work but cant. Like I said, I have been in life-death situations before, and despite I tend to often claim I don’t care if I die today or tomorrow, I know this isn’t exactly true. In those moments, not only does that dreaded adrenaline rush occur, but I also get that (Life - Preservation) effect that kicks in, and I just seem to… want to preserve myself more than I ever had been willing to admit? I never got my nerves shot like today before (except once when I had a mental breakdown years ago). So why is today’s episode, seem to effect me more than ever, I’m not sure. It’s not the first time I’ve had police cruzers show up. Hell, I admit I’m no perfect angle, I was a teenager once, I’ve even had a ride in the backseat of a cruizer before, arrested once, fled the cops once, had my finger prints taken, court scene, etc. Though not once did I ever go around abusing or assaulting kids! Certainly not my own, though I admit I don’t have kids but if I did I surely wouldn’t even be able to give a spanking. In any case, I feel certain the GUILT seems to be causing the issue. Just to show how shaky the issue is, even hours later I went to the washroom. Now, some men just hang and go, other’s use the thumb to press against for the aim. I was somewhat stunned to see myself literally spraying as though I was oscillating between the floor, and bowl twice every second with no chance to prevent it. A little inspect noted that my thumb was still constantly twitching causing the problem. No offence to Matrix Games or anyone reading this paragraph. It’s not a sick attempt at poor humour or anything similar, it is just a normal observation I noted to myself, which had caught me quite off guard, but proves a point. Another point to make, it is not like, I REALY did do anything. I called the cops fine, but it seems that while I was doing so the first time, this mother also went down the street and called the police too (ironically she didn’t realize she would just be calling the cops on HERSELF!). So that in respect, had I not even been here, today’s events would have gone on exactly the same. While I did do something, I really did NOTHING to CHANGE the turn of events had I been here or not. Since I knew more than anyone else about the problems, I think it was somewhat more of my responsibility to act. Back to what someone mentioned though, it is hard to just walk into another house, even if you know there is something wrong. I had been thinking of doing this a few times but, alas, we all know a person’s house is their castle. If not invited, it’s considered trespassing. It seems a lot abusers prey off this. They seem to be able to try to act normal in the work place, and other environments, but as soon as the door closes to the house, suddenly they feel free to do whatever like it is no one else’s concern? Hell, even when I went round to get into the place, I couldn’t help but feel wrong on the one hand, despite I figured I’d better hurry up and see what the hell is going on. The side door glass was broken, though I’m not sure if SHE had broken it, because I know there was some door damage from before. I tried to open the side screen door but alas, it was locked. I then wondered about the legal implications of trying to punch out the screen to unlock it from the other side. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, but it took me a few seconds to realize the screen in front of me had already been ripped to shreds. I assume it was the friendly mother’s work just moments before me who had also decided to try to gain entrance after just getting locked out. Next thing I know I’m reaching my hand inside, fiddling around with the inside lock, wondering how I’m going to open the NEXT door behind it, without slamming myself against it and obviously risking myself to a trespassing/break and enter charge… I must say, trying to sum up all these things, while you’re not sure what your running into, but time is of the essence, makes you feel a little…. (Hard to explain.) Luckily, before I had to worry about any more catch-22 decisions, is when I noticed the one lady (mother) further up out back. I still was not sure if this WAS her or not. I didn’t know at the time that she had been suddenly locked out. In any case, as I mentioned, while trying to determine who SHE was and come to her aid, all I got in return was some verbal abuse and a violent guesture towards me in return. Go figure! Well that being said, I did see her later on today after the cops had long gone. Perhaps, this part almost is humorous. I was standing at the office doorway outside to the street trying to take in what had just happened, when the woman walked around to corner. Apparently I must have startled her, because she somewhat jerked in surprise, then tripped, and stumbled on her own slippers right in front me on the ground! I somewhat stood there wondering what to do next. What does one say in that situation? I suddenly had this fear that she was faking it and had a plan to claim I pushed her, in order to get some kind of revenge. I really don’t know what to say, normally when a woman trips and falls, it is a reaction for me to help but, I just stood there, observing for a moment. Well, luckily she helped herself up (Did I forget to mention she LITERALY FELL in a falling twisting motion and rolled on her back?) At that point I threw down my finished cancer-stick, placed my foot on it to squash out the last puff, then simply said, “I guess it’s the nerves, after what happened today.“, what else could I say? Then I turned and walked back into the office. One thing I will tell you, it is sure quiet now. I think all she can do is yell at herself. Apparently, she must not find that pleasing due to the quietness tonight. Ironic, since if there is any yelling to be done, I would imagine it should be directed towards her? Go figure! Well I guess I should stop with today’s thoughts on philosophy before I a make this thing ten pages. I know one can argue hundreds of people are getting killed every day, there is a war here or there going on all the time. What difference does one little domestic make? Well, perhaps cause I’ve been a witness to this for quite some time. Instead of getting desensitized to it, I’ve found the opposite. It has been bugging me more and more up until today. Let me tell you, I’m not sure what is worse, having bullets shot at you because you are on one side of the war, and your enemy is on the other side of the war, and you’re both trying to kill each other because it is suddenly legal and your governments want to, or sitting here at my desk while this morning listening to some woman get into a crazy fit again as she literally started smashing up her furniture over god-knows what excuse every few minutes. I will certainly have to explain any damages here to the landlord soon. If I don’t stick my nose into it again and do this, I wouldn’t doubt the woman will go and blame all the damage on her kid(s) too!
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