Near or Myanmar

Looking out my living room window, I notice my neighbor pruning the palo verde trees in his yard. His name is Frank, and you can’t help but notice him because he weighs 400 lbs. Last summer, I gave him The Secret to read but apparently the laws of attraction caused blubber to cling to his fat ass. He is shirtless, and his shorts are hanging low enough to expose his abundant butt crack to the world. The sweaty hairs on his back look like thick dripping spider webs. My stomach does a flip that would rate a 9.5 at the Olympics.

In order to spare my wife the indignity of this spectacle, I decide to lend Frank a hand. I have an ulterior motive. It’s comforting to hold any type of sharpened instrument in my hands, and maneuvering the steel clippers with precision can be arousing. Frank seems pleased to see me join him.

After completing my good deed, I enter my home to find my wife giving me the evil eye. Mary gently reminds me that the trees in our yard could use some trimming. While pretending to be absorbed in her conversation, I watch the television behind her.

CNN is covering the disaster in Myanmar. It’s a horrible situation that would touch even the most hardened heart. The survivors are pleading for food and water. In the background you can see bloated bodies floating facedown. The United States has made a formal complaint regarding the lack of response by the Myanmar government. This is the right thing to do, and I am proud to live in a country that generally shows humanity toward others. At the same time, I find the comments by our government ironic concerning the lack of response.

It was not that long ago that I saw similar pictures of people lacking water, and dead bodies floating in the streets. Those pictures were from New Orleans, and it was not the government of Myanmar that failed to respond.

Helping a neighbor is always the correct thing to do, but lets try to take care of our own yard also.

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