Yesterday I went for supper at my daughters, there were several of her partners family there as well. One in particular was a man they called grandpaw. Here is a man dying on his feet literally, he is quite young under 65, He is a huge man about 6 feet, 6 inches and I am sure he weighs well over 400 pounds, he is diabetic, he smokes like a steam engine and has many more health issues, so many he is not able to work. He told me that he has been refused long term disability because he smokes and will not loose weight.
I could barely stand near him as he is so negative and in so much pain from all his problems, but refuses to change one iota in his life style. He reminds me of some one standing in the middle of a very busy highway daring any one to hit him, it is going to happen and with him sooner rather than later. I can be stubborn about somethings but God help me if I were that bad. I will not be surprised to hear of his passing, and his family will be devastated. I know they want him to try to be healthy and there for them for many more years, but their hands are tied, and He just stands there in total denial and defiance. When does the taking responsibility for your actions become this sort of horror show. this man blames every one and thing but himself for his problem and expects the world to rally around his stubborn idea that he is right. I literally had to leave the room to keep from yelling at him, that he is the creator of all his own problems and that the solution lies with in his reach. I honestly believe I was wrong in walking away and not saying any thing and now I validate it with he wouldn't have listened to me any way. I will never know and it bothers me I saw a man dying on his feet and did nothing. and it makes me angry that I find myself in that sort of situation.
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