Life is not fair. I know it, you know it, and, I suspect that, deep down in their heart of hearts, the Fairness Police know it.
Yet, when I read things like this, the temptation to shake my fist at God—He laughed at me the last time I did it—and go down the crooked road is strong.
A Department of Veterans Affairs employee in Puerto Rico was fired after being arrested for armed robbery, but her union quickly got her reinstated — despite a guilty plea — by pointing out that management’s labor relations negotiator is a registered sex offender, and the hospital’s director was once arrested and found with painkiller drugs…I’m going to tell you a little “secret” about me. In 2012, I was convicted of a misdemeanor: carrying a loaded, unregistered firearm in public–hey, it’s California. It was my great-aunt’s .38, grandfathered in to require no registration, but the point was that it wasn’t registered to me. And it was loaded. And
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I plead guilty, and, as a first-time offender, I had to do 300 hours of community service. CalTrans freeway clean-up. (I only did 220; some might remember that, in 2013, I fractured my left wrist in a fall. That fall happened during my community service stint.)
This little factoid has cost me some jobs in the private sector. I understand this, and, when I talk about creating my own job, my record serves as a flame under my backside.
Little did I know, however, that the government would have no problem with my life of crime--such as it is--were I to apply to work again within its comfy web.
Yes, I can hear you laughing at the fact that some who is as old as I am, who is a conservative, and who worked for the government for two decades was still a bit naïve about government. I don’t ever want to get too cynical, but this story pushed me a little more in that direction.
That said, I'm still breathing and God is still good. The adversities in my life--especially the ones for which I am at fault--cause me to lean on Him more. His mercy endures forever.
(Thanks to Hot Air)
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