|Re: Hello - They Lied to You About Iran by Andre Vltchek|
- Sunday, October 7 2018, 4:40:44 (UTC)|
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You are good people. I find that "Ethnic" people, by and large, are good people. There are always bad apples. No, it's not good to paint with a broad stroke (e.g. "all white people bad/colonialist; all brown/olive/dark people good"), but I'm just speaking from my anecdotal experience.
I have a friend that owns a Chinese restaurant. She asked me for small favors on a few occasions and I always came through for her. She said (in broken English), "Jeffrey, you are a good person, when you say you are going to show up, you show up". I swear, half of the battle is just showing up when you say you are going to.
This bullshit in America where we all rush around and pretend to be busy is such a waste of time and it really deludes people.
Keep being a human being, and I'll try my best to do the same!
>"My visit to Iran was the interesting trip I've ever taken. The people were kind, wonderful, the culture was strong, the food was incredible, the architecture was breathtaking, and the ancient history was preserved (not bombed to bits like the Americans did in Iraq)."
> -- Iranians are decent people. We were having some problems that needed a handyman, and I'm not much of a handyman. I grew up around cameras, books, musical instruments... I wish I was a handyman type. This guy, an Iranian friend of my aunt's, who works at three different jobs, and lives an hour or longer from us, came to our place twice, just to help us fix what we weren't able to do ourselves. I actually cried. Seriously. In Iran, in busy Tehran, when I was a kid, if a car stalled, a dozen or more people would come out of their shops, homes and cars to help. In L.A., I witnessed a similar scene with a woman whose car stopped in the middle of the street, and the first thing people did was honk, yell, drive around her and flip her off. It was only when a old truck of Latino laborers drove by, that they stopped, popped up her hood, fixed her car, and she was on her way. They other day, I was in a lot of pain, couldn't move, lay flat on my back in bed. I'm sick, as you all know. The phone rang. It was my friend. An old grand piano had fallen on her leg, and her mom was in New York for the Jewish New Year (Rosh Hashanah) and Day of Atonement (Yom Kippur), there was no one to help her. And she told me that she mis-dialed me 'cause she knows I'm not physically in any shape to get up and go.... because of my medical condition, of course. But what gave me strength was the Iranian guy who came by to help us (we didn't even know him, he was my aunt's friend, not ours), and I told her just sit still, I'm leaving right now. She thought I was joking, because I have a habit of never leaving the house without showering and shaving, and putting on some clean clothes---which takes me about three hours or so. But...BAM! I was there in twenty minutes, or less. She was amazed. I too was amazed at how fucked up her leg was, poor thing. She started crying and telling me how none of her friends would pick her up, most they did was to tell her to call a cab, a Lyft, an Uber, or an ambulance... And I told her about the Iranian man who helped us. And how I've forgotten how it was living in Iran in the 1970's, when neighbor honored neighbor; stranger honored stranger... not saying that there weren't any selfish acts, but there were so many selfless acts of helping, giving, and sharing. So far removed from this Ayn Rand selfish philosophy of "I got mine. Fuck You!" or "He with the most toys wins!" There's nothing good or bad about helping people. And one should not gloat. But one must teach... by example.
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