Cowards walk away?
Or is it that the intelligent drivers move on to greener pastures and get out from under the black cloud of negatively and bankruptcy talk?
Let's see.
Higher wages elsewhere, better equipment elsewhere, a money making 401k elsewhere, better work environment elsewhere, a happy life elsewhere, etc. etc......
You can call me Ray, you can call me Jay, and you can call me a coward, I don't care either way. But for those of us who left, we aren't worried about our company's survival or worrying about the next
our Union and company is going to give us.
Several years ago I was laid off in the fall and I went and talked to a number of the better companies that might have "greener pastures", I have an excellent work and driving record but I am on the north side of fifty almost sixty now and a record of being a union driver. The companies were very polite and acted interested but no one was offering me a job. Was it a bad year or a bad time of the year or my age or the fact that I am a union driver or all of the above I don't know. But some on here talk so smartly about intelligent drivers move on, well I am here to tell you some pretty dam smart fella's don't always have the choice. So next time you judge what someone else says on here because you know better maybe keep in mind that not all drivers have the same options and choices as others.
The
Walk a Mile in His Moccasins quote is often contributed to various indian tribes, but it actually comes from a poem written by Mary T. Lathrap in 1895. The original title was
Judge Softly. Here is the complete poem.
Pray, don't find fault with the man that limps,
Or stumbles along the road.
Unless you have worn the moccasins he wears,
Or stumbled beneath the same load.
There may be tears in his soles that hurt
Though hidden away from view.
The burden he bears placed on your back
May cause you to stumble and fall, too.
Don't sneer at the man who is down today
Unless you have felt the same blow
That caused his fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, unknown to you in the same way,
May cause you to stagger and fall, too.
Don't be too harsh with the man that sins.
Or pelt him with words, or stone, or disdain.
Unless you are sure you have no sins of your own,
And it's only wisdom and love that your heart contains.
For you know if the tempter's voice
Should whisper as soft to you,
As it did to him when he went astray,
It might cause you to falter, too.
Just walk a mile in his moccasins
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse.
If just for one hour, you could find a way
To see through his eyes, instead of your own muse.
I believe you'd be surprised to see
That you've been blind and narrow minded, even unkind.
There are people on reservations and in the ghettos
Who have so little hope, and too much worry on their minds.
Brother, there but for the grace of God go you and I.
Just for a moment, slip into his mind and traditions
And see the world through his spirit and eyes
Before you cast a stone or falsely judge his conditions.
Remember to walk a mile in his moccasins
And remember the lessons of humanity taught to you by your elders.
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave
In other people's lives, our kindnesses and generosity.
Take the time to walk a mile in his moccasins.