Work Ethic...

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I think a lot of people see a homeless man digging in garbage cans. I see a man who works very hard for the little redemption pennies on each bottle. For survival. Not even minimum wage. He puts many hourly and salary workers, who cruise and slack, and still complain, to shame. Yet they look down on him. I wish I had his work ethic...

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Anonymous said…
Yeah, you wanna know what's wrong? Look at this photo and then at the photos following of the ladies in the car. Still don';t see it? Look again.
June 13, 2008 at 1:10 AM
DeniseinVA said…
No one should down on another human being unless they have the chance to walk a mile in their shoes, this lesson I learned from my parents. I hear all the negative comments about the homeless in Washington DC, but I say where is their compassion for their fellow man? I am no bleeding heart but if we all showed a little more compassion in this world, it would be a much kinder place to live in. Sorry, I don't mean to come off too preachy.

I have looked at the two ladies photo but can't see what annonymous is getting at, apart from the contrast in life-style maybe?

Wonderful photos again, they show all sides of life and educate us in so many ways.
June 13, 2008 at 8:03 AM
Anonymous said…
This is what I was getting at...

When I was a little kid, if I had a piece of candy, I had to share it with everyone. If I got a bite, everybody got a bite. Those were the rules of kindergarten and nursery school, those were the rules of the family, of brother and sister. If someone gets some, EVERYbody gets some.

And it wasn't like pulling teeth. I was proud if I had something that I got to share it and make other people happy. And when they were lucky enough to get something good, they were more than happy to give some to me too, and see the smile on my face.
It was about being family, about being human. About sharing everything with people who have nothing. If I eat, you eat too; if you eat, I eat too. That is what makes a people strong, that is what grows aloha.

I believe in reparations to the Hawaiian people for what was taken. I believe it was wrong. The sad fact is, if something comes good to the Hawaiian people, the self-described ali'i take it to prop themselves up. This happens at OHA, this happens at Kamehameha Schools. The poor get scraps while the friends of the rich and powerful get everything.

You got poor kids in Wai'anae who do without the essentials, and don't have homes, and KS rides high on the hog and their students get everything, and brainwashes all the poor Hawaiians to defend this fake ali'i system...while in so many Hawaiian families, one kid gets to go to KS and the other one doesn't, and there is a dividing line in the family forever because of that. ThaT's what I mean, Denise.
June 13, 2008 at 2:02 PM
DeniseinVA said…
Thank you for explaining this to me anonymous. I will give your comments great thought.
June 13, 2008 at 4:09 PM
Ka`iana said…
Mahalo to you two for sharing your mana'o. I truly value it...
June 13, 2008 at 7:54 PM
Anonymous said…
I don't look down on them but look down upon the choice they have made to live this life. Anyone can pull themselves up and make a quality life if they choose. Many people have overcome hardships to become great people.

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October 31, 2008 at 6:18 PM
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