Well, I want to first wish everyone a wonderful Holiday season. To each of you as well, a truly wonderful New Year!!!
I finished on Christmas Eve my first book. It is not the longest, but rather meant to be read in a single sitting.
I wanted to write a Christmas story this year for everyone. A story that was more updated than many of the others available out there.
A 21st Century Christmas Tale, is what came out.
It is the story of Thomas, a truly gifted business employee, and a truly egotistical person as well. He is driven by his business, and money, not caring about anyone around him, to include his family.
But when a tragic accident takes the life of his parents and sister, he is left with the one thing he hates the most in this world. A 14 month old child.
Can Thomas embrace the challenges of life with a child? Or will he turn her over to the State to be raised in a children’s home, because she interferes with his career, and life?
This is not a journey of self discovery, this is a journey of family discovery.
It will be made available on Amazon.com in the next week or two, for some unset low price.
I hope you will come and read.
When it is available, I will post more details here.
Imagine if you would, if you still have not seen the Youtube video, with me:
The setting is a small street in China, and the security cameras spot a two year old child wandering in the street in front of his parents shop. Within short time, an approximately 7 ton delivery truck turns onto the narrow, seemingly seldom used street. Within seconds, the driver hits, and then runs over the child, stopping once the front left tire has completely rolled over his mid section.
The driver, seemingly in a daze, unsure what he has hit, then decides to flea the scene. The back tires of the truck then run over the child’s legs.
Within short time, pedestrians start passing the barely moving child on the street, looking at him, but passing by.
Again, another delivery truck enters the street, and again, runs over the child’s legs again. This time it was obvious that the driver recognized what was lying in the street, but opted to attempt to drive by the small helpless figure on the street.
Until finally a woman came, and propped the body on the side of the street, and contacted authorities, and the parents in their shop.
This event was captured on Closed Captioned Television (CCTV) in china recently. It came to our attention in my home, from my son, who watched the video, which was sent to him from a friend fuming about how the people reacted to what had happened.
The event lasted over 8 minutes on video, with more than 16 people walking by the child, who was lying almost in the middle of the street. Every one of them looking at the motionless figure on the ground. They continued on their lives, with the knowledge they did nothing. They were satisfied with that action.
First, have we as humans lost any empathy for others? Has the ability to act out for the benefit of others completely begun to elude us?
What about the parents? How does a two year old get out of the store, and wander on the street, even if it was in front of their shop?
I look at the mayhem that is plaguing the world at the moment, and wonder what the hell is happening. Sometimes I believe that the colonization of other planets is not coming soon enough. I for one would love the chance to just start over anew…
This is something that has been dwelling up in the human race for quite a while now. I first noticed it all the way back when the two teenagers entered the Columbine school in Colorado, and opened fire upon their own classmates and teachers.
As many of you may remember, back then the parents of the boys were up in arms about the fact that it was a video game that caused them to commit this atrocious act. They said that the game desensitized them to the point that human life no longer had a value. Counter Strike was the game in question.
If any of you are gamers, as I am, you may remember Counter Strike being nothing more than a team based terrorist hunt style game. Today we have one just like it called Rainbow Six Vegas 2. The goal of it is to hunt down terrorists in certain locations, gaining points for each kill, in order to advance in ranks.
I however in retrospect, do not believe video games are ever to blame for violence that is being perpetrated in the world at any given point. I have yet to see children jump on a turtle, because they saw Mario do it once. God forbid if one of the Halo gamers ever decided to “Stick” someone!!! I have not seen someone go absolutely insane yet with a shotgun, claiming that House of The Dead caused them to see zombies everywhere… You get my point.
What most failed to see in the columbine, and subsequent attacks around the globe, is that in all cases both parents worked, and the children were home alone until their return. Drugs, access to weapons, social shunning, and bad morale upbringing were primary causes for them. There is also one major point I want to hi-light, The fact both parents were confident in their upbringing of the children.
As a psychology student, I thought about this after it happened.
It was amazing to me how none of the parents took responsibility, but rather used the scapegoat of the video game culture to place the blame on. They did not believe, and most likely still do not believe that they were in any part responsible for the atrocities their children perpetrated. Never could it be the fact that the parents were not there allot of the time to help instil correct behavioural processes into their children. Proper teachings that children need to learn from their parents.
We as humans learn the beginning of our lives from our parents. We observe, absorb, and apply teachings from our parents into our lives. It is how, as a person becomes older, they suddenly have that “Man I am exactly like my(Mother/Father)” moment.
Now we stand on a new precipice, with a new style of non-human behavioural malfunction.
This child’s life could have been saved, right at the beginning.
The driver of the first truck, may have been distracted, trying to look for the address where the delivery was supposed to go, and not seen the child. But when he made the concious decision to resume driving, after looking what it was he hit, is where the failure on his part will forever haunt him. Justly is the case, I hope personally, that he torments in a personal hell that will last the rest of his life. I do not hate the man however. But I empathise for him.
Well we live in a society at the moment where we criticise people for late deliveries, more than taking the life of a small child. Walk by the lifeless form of a small child on the street because we are afraid of interfering in the matter, fearing becoming entangled in the bureaucratic red tape, and paperwork, and questioning involved with its discovery.
We have seemingly started a downward spiral in our empathising of others, worried more about the personal gains, rewards, punishments, and justifications of interfering with the fate of others.
We are also seemingly more and more absent in the rearing of our children, once they reach a certain age, and feel they can now fend for themselves. They are missing the parental taught morale upbringing needed to learn how to interact with peers, and humans alike.
We need to reach out to our neighbours and brethren living on the planet, no matter how many of us there are.
We need to stop wars, and come to peaceable conclusions to our indifferences.
Take the time out to help someone obviously in trouble.
I understand the perfect way of life imagined by Gene Rodenberry in Star Trek, where there is no longer any form of currency, in order to remove poverty, and to bring all to an equal status of living is impossible.
But with harmony, and love toward what we are, individually thinking self reliant creatures, capable of feeling, free thought, and emotion, maybe we can progress as a human race, and scientifically to develop technology to help us move out into the galaxy.
Then maybe I can get my wish… Starting over new in a colonization in space… on a planet Far, Far away…
Welcome all to the new mordfilm Blog.
I know what you are thinking. “Oh man. Not another blog! Don’t we have too many already?”
But listen, this blog is to showcase my short stories I have written over the course of the fifteen years I was in the U.S. ARMY.
Almost all of these stories, which I will present weekly, have never been read by others. Some have been read by friends, and fellow soldiers who were interrested in what I was writing all the time. But never before have I made them available for the entire world to read.
So if you are reading this, I again welcome you to my world.
If you are a fan of horror stories, you have reached the right place.
Most of the stories have adult language, and graphic descriptions in them, so I beg you to use discretion when reading.
I will eventually make folders for the family oriented stories, and the horror stories.
This week I am starting off with my favorite story. “Deaths Hand”
Lance M. Goolsby