Ethical Question
I am drawn like a moth to the flame, I don’t want to look, shouldn’t look, but I have to look. Click here and a scroll there. 37 posts, damn, up two from yesterday. Again I don’t want to look, shouldn’t look, but I have to.
“Fat Lisa, you are out, you are a thief, you don’t know what you are talking about. Your husband can’t coach worth a damn! You stole team money and you are out and I am glad you are out.”
I don’t want to be hurt but I am. I am hurt and angry and outraged. I want to hurt someone really bad. I want to post my own post. I want to call them fat, I want to say fat people shouldn’t call others fat. But I don’t. Several times I click on the reply button, the window pops up, I start to type, then I hit the cancel x.
I want to reply so badly, I want to fight my fight, I want to defend myself. But I don’t, am I a coward? I never have been before, but I don’t know how to fight this fight, these people don’t care any more about decency, civility or even right and wrong. Oh sure, they feel that they are right AND justified. But omg! It hurts and I want to HURT someone NOW!
Next post, “Owen you are out and so stupid, you don’t count, you are out along with your thieving parents”. My gut hurts, my heartburn creeps, my head aches and my rage boils. How can people treat others this way, what dos this have to do with hockey? If you don’t like the coach ok, but what in the hell does this have to do with a hockey team?
Can I have someone work them, over? I can really see him now with two black eyes swollen and hurting and only open to little slits. I know I can stalk them and slash their tires. I can make a fake myspace and tell their daughter that she is ugly. I can call their Bishop and tell them that the son that just put in his papers was drinking and partying and having sex.
But no, I turn away from the screen and them. I swallow whatever it is that is asking me, telling me, screaming at me for action. I swallow it and I turn away.
In my last ditch attempt to be civilized, to respond to these accusations like a real human being. I hire a lawyer and at the cost of $18,000 I sue them for defamation of character. Slander all you want to little man and family. I will have my day in court. I will choose civility. I will choose decency. I will choose to walk with my head up, knowing that I NEVER stooped to your level. I WILL have my day in court and you will sit there across from me and the court and 12 of our peers will vindicate me and show you that there is a law that says you can’t hurt people by telling lies as fact.
I am drawn like a moth to the flame, I don’t want to look, shouldn’t look, but I have to look. Click here and a scroll there. 37 posts, damn, up two from yesterday. Again I don’t want to look, shouldn’t look, but I have to.
“Fat Lisa, you are out, you are a thief, you don’t know what you are talking about. Your husband can’t coach worth a damn! You stole team money and you are out and I am glad you are out.”
I don’t want to be hurt but I am. I am hurt and angry and outraged. I want to hurt someone really bad. I want to post my own post. I want to call them fat, I want to say fat people shouldn’t call others fat. But I don’t. Several times I click on the reply button, the window pops up, I start to type, then I hit the cancel x.
I want to reply so badly, I want to fight my fight, I want to defend myself. But I don’t, am I a coward? I never have been before, but I don’t know how to fight this fight, these people don’t care any more about decency, civility or even right and wrong. Oh sure, they feel that they are right AND justified. But omg! It hurts and I want to HURT someone NOW!
Next post, “Owen you are out and so stupid, you don’t count, you are out along with your thieving parents”. My gut hurts, my heartburn creeps, my head aches and my rage boils. How can people treat others this way, what dos this have to do with hockey? If you don’t like the coach ok, but what in the hell does this have to do with a hockey team?
Can I have someone work them, over? I can really see him now with two black eyes swollen and hurting and only open to little slits. I know I can stalk them and slash their tires. I can make a fake myspace and tell their daughter that she is ugly. I can call their Bishop and tell them that the son that just put in his papers was drinking and partying and having sex.
But no, I turn away from the screen and them. I swallow whatever it is that is asking me, telling me, screaming at me for action. I swallow it and I turn away.
In my last ditch attempt to be civilized, to respond to these accusations like a real human being. I hire a lawyer and at the cost of $18,000 I sue them for defamation of character. Slander all you want to little man and family. I will have my day in court. I will choose civility. I will choose decency. I will choose to walk with my head up, knowing that I NEVER stooped to your level. I WILL have my day in court and you will sit there across from me and the court and 12 of our peers will vindicate me and show you that there is a law that says you can’t hurt people by telling lies as fact.
3 comments:
This is horrible, they are horrible. How can a person who so "strongly" believes in the Lord be so cruel to another human being? How can any man on earth stoop to the level they have crept so far to? They make me sick. I hate them! I hate them for the way they have treated you, your family, our hockey team, me, and even themselves. They need to take a good, hard look at themselves and see what they have coming to them..
I am on your side. I always will be. And instead of leaving, I will be walking those halls next year at UVU and they will only see the strongest person they have ever seen before.
I am not scared.
..Just remember, they are not your friends. The ones that love you are your friends. The ones that have stuck by you are your friends. Their words are the words that matter.
People who say things such as the things that have been said about you and your family mean nothing. They are nothing. It shows.
those who matter are the ones who know the truth. and the ones who will slash their tires with you.
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