I Ain't Bitin' My Tongue

      It is a sad institution, that in much of "Corporate America," millions work under conditions where there is clearly very little regard for them as people.  Their seat beneath the "money-tree" is 100% contingent upon their ability to perform.  When unforeseen events such as extended illness, compromises or prevents their productivity, they are virtually devalued immediately.  The employer’s general concern is not your misfortune, but how soon you will return to work.

    During break-room congregations beneath every sun, employer’s are badmouthed by their staff.  They voice fruitless complaints amongst each other, ranging from the rate of pay, to the boss‘ unpleasant demeanor.  The work itself is rarely an issue, but employee morale is easily wavered.  For an employer coping with unhappy employees, the "heroic seat" can be effortlessly remounted, as often as the need to motivate arises.  How?  It’s actually very simple: The two most effective forms of motivation in the world, are money and praise.  Therefore, if you aren’t going to pay your people anything, at least take notice, and appreciate the hard work they do. 

    The life of a poor man is infested with disadvantage.  Apart from those which are obvious, the poor are generally forced to manage the random, unforeseen traumas of life, without the benefit of thoroughgoing professional help.  Without question, no man, regardless of financial status, shall stand immune from life’s turbulence.  However, life is not 90% what happens, but 10% how you react to it.  Allow me to illustrate a brief comparison in a rich man’s reaction to trauma, versus that of a poor man’s.

    When trauma invades the life of the wealthy (stock market crash, embezzlement indictment, wrong color Mercedes was shipped, etc.), they have the wherewithal to seek as much professional counsel necessary, to come to grips with their impediments, and plant their feet firmly back on life’s floor.  To effectively manage the more elevated levels of trauma, in-patient care may sometimes become necessary.  These facilities are called post-traumatic recovery centers (or the toilet seat of your bathroom, for poor people). At these centers, victims of upset are counseled, motivated, encouraged, coached, and commingled with other victims of upset for moral support.

    A poor man, on the other hand, has to continue working to maintain what little he has accumulated.  He has no place to run for shelter, because his money is limited. Debts are not forgiven, because you encounter a period in which you cannot cope with life.  Resultantly, a poor man, regardless of his emotional state, must continue to press towards the mark, meeting his obligations, without ever missing a beat.  To a creditor, your problems are exactly that...YOUR problems.  Although your story may be sadder than the Titanic, unless you intend to move, I suggest you get that mortgage paid. 

    Those who are benign enough to be born into money, are afforded the opportunity to enjoy their entire lives.  From day one, the lifestyles that most fantasize about, is available to the "silver-spooners" as a standard.  A typical working class scenario is spending the first fifty years of life, accumulating an estate.  By the time a thirty year mortgage note is divorced, and life can finally be enjoyed without the restraints of major debt, there is actually very little of life left to look forward to.