Wildflowers And Sirens
It is simply amazing to me how this world has changed since only twenty years ago.
A few days ago I went for a long, peaceful walk along the bike trail that runs through our community.
Along the way I spotted some beautiful purple wildflowers, and a little farther along some gorgeous wild yellow daisies. They were growing profusely for a long stretch of the way.
So, on the way back, I decided to see if any of them had fragrance. They did, and so I picked quite a few and carried them down the trail.
After I'd walked on another 500 or so feet, a siren began sounding, a rare sound in this area.
Right away, even though the flowers I'd picked were on the public property of the bike trail, the thought crossed my mind that I'd ignorantly broken some law or ordinance.
I actually felt relieved when there was no patrol car in the drive when I got back!
I immediately began reflecting on why I'd had this sudden feeling of panic, as though I'd done something wrong.
What I came up with is that, twenty years ago, it never would have crossed my mind that I might get arrested for picking wildflowers!
Think about it. With the rampant "politically correct" crapola and the "non-offense" nonsense extant in our society today, is it any wonder this encroaching feeling of uncertainty is creeping across our land?
It's getting so that you have to weigh your every action.
Another incident occurred recently, this time to my husband. He pumped $50 worth of gas at a station just off I-75 and went on his merry way. One of his sons called him and said that the sheriff was looking for him, saying he had driven off without paying!
Fortunately, my husband has been in the habit for many years of getting a receipt for cash gas purchases. This is the only time he's needed to prove that he had paid.
But this just goes to show that you cannot be too careful in covering your actions and documenting what you do.
Bottom line: It sure ain't my father's world!
A few days ago I went for a long, peaceful walk along the bike trail that runs through our community.
Along the way I spotted some beautiful purple wildflowers, and a little farther along some gorgeous wild yellow daisies. They were growing profusely for a long stretch of the way.
So, on the way back, I decided to see if any of them had fragrance. They did, and so I picked quite a few and carried them down the trail.
After I'd walked on another 500 or so feet, a siren began sounding, a rare sound in this area.
Right away, even though the flowers I'd picked were on the public property of the bike trail, the thought crossed my mind that I'd ignorantly broken some law or ordinance.
I actually felt relieved when there was no patrol car in the drive when I got back!
I immediately began reflecting on why I'd had this sudden feeling of panic, as though I'd done something wrong.
What I came up with is that, twenty years ago, it never would have crossed my mind that I might get arrested for picking wildflowers!
Think about it. With the rampant "politically correct" crapola and the "non-offense" nonsense extant in our society today, is it any wonder this encroaching feeling of uncertainty is creeping across our land?
It's getting so that you have to weigh your every action.
Another incident occurred recently, this time to my husband. He pumped $50 worth of gas at a station just off I-75 and went on his merry way. One of his sons called him and said that the sheriff was looking for him, saying he had driven off without paying!
Fortunately, my husband has been in the habit for many years of getting a receipt for cash gas purchases. This is the only time he's needed to prove that he had paid.
But this just goes to show that you cannot be too careful in covering your actions and documenting what you do.
Bottom line: It sure ain't my father's world!
