THE “CHOSEN” PEOPLE – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Chosen

I chose to move to Israel and become an official, passport carrying member of the Chosen People. I remember the humor that expression caused. High hilarity for the most part.

“Chosen for what?” everyone would say. “Being hunted down and murdered? Being driven from one country to the next carrying the remnants of your life in a sack on your back?”

Being “chosen” isn’t always quite as much fun as being “nobody in particular.”

The results of one round of archery competition on a target during the Warrior Games May 12, 2010. Army archers won the bronze, silver and gold medals in the recurve competition and took bronze in the compound category. The Marine Corps took silver and gold in the compound category.  (U.S. Air Force photo/Senior Airman Christopher Griffin)

I was chosen. I didn’t like it. To this day, I’m not sure what “chosen” is supposed to have meant. Maybe it’s the same as having a target painted on your back?

You know — so the haters can aim properly.

SHARING MY WORLD – Marilyn Armstrong

Share Your World 5-13-19

Questions:

What social stigma does society need to get over already?

The list is too long. It’s sad, too. Because I thought, way back when, that we had actually gotten over some of it. I thought that if we hadn’t lost our racism, we had at least gotten past calling each other names. I thought we’d finally learned after Mussolini and Hitler and all the others throughout history, that we knew dictators are a bad deal. That all the organization they bring to the world, they are cruel, evil, and no good ever comes from them.

But somehow, between the episodes of horror, we forget. We lose our memories of evil. We idolize the power and forget the monstrous nature of the beast.

What was the last photo you took?

Yesterday, I took some pictures of a bunch of Brown-headed Cowbirds sitting on the railing of my deck.

Otherwise, I’m trying to figure out how the last squirrel managed to unhook the entire feeder and drop it to the ground below. I have to hand it to the maker of this feeder that it survived as if nothing happened, even though it fell two stories.

When was the last time you snooped and found something or found out something you wish you hadn’t?

The last time I read Tarot cards. I saw that the man I was reading for was going to die. And he did.

What’s the most comfortable bed or chair you’ve ever slept in?

The bed we own with its original mattress was the world’s MOST comfortable bed. Now, with a new, not as expensive mattress it’s very comfortable, but not like it was with its original mattress.

But that mattress lasted 15 years, so it didn’t owe me anything. I only wish I could have afforded another real natural latex mattress. Sadly, it was out of our price range.