Who made you do it?

It is time for another saying. This one is not one I live by, but one many people do.

“The devil made me do it.” Or the company, my spouse, my boss, the lady down the street, the man driving beside me.

Now before you think, ‘I would never have that attitude’, let’s visit a little. Most people consider themselves to be honest. Don’t you? What you see is what you get and all that. Consider this: as a society things that would have just been the wrong thing to do not so many years ago are not even noticed. Taking the wrong change thinking they should have been more careful. It’s not my fault they can’t count. Speeding until a cop is seen hiding around the corner. Telling a lie about anything – usually to benefit self in some small way.

Someone has to be responsible for everything that happens to me besides me. Walk into a room and ask, “Who was suppose to…?” Fill in the blank with clean the bathroom, put paper in the copier, or any of the other hundreds of actions from home or office that could go there. Then watch the finger pointing start. Very few will ever step up to say that was my job this week or that wasn’t my job, but I will take care of it. I am thankful for those people.

It is extremely difficult to be a trustworthy, honest, truthful person in today’s world. We are surrounded by people on every hand that would lead us to believe it is ok to fudge a little on things. They provide all sorts of justifications for doing something that we might question. Sometimes we let our eyes be clouded for a while by the persuasive argument only later to regret that decision.

The question is ‘who controls you?’ It is time to stand up to responsibility. Be courageous and don’t be pulled along by every wind that blows your way. Stand for what you know is right. You will sleep better at night and our world will be a better place.

Until next time…

Originally Posted: 02 Sep, 2007



Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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