Judge Not
It's Saturday, it's the Pioneer Press Letters to the Editor section, and that means only one thing: judgments on our immortal souls. Yes, it's Sainted and Tainted. The star of this week's show (with title by Yost, I believe):
Thanks for the Heimlich
Sainted: Some people are specially chosen to be at the right place at the right time.
On Feb. 12, my husband and I were having dinner with three other couples at a restaurant near Stillwater. During our meal, I began choking on a piece of meat.
A wonderful gentleman - Jess Maddox - came over and offered help. He used the Heimlich maneuver on me. Because of his quick action, I was able to breathe again.
Of course, we're all very happy that the meat was extricated and the letter writer was able to breathe again. But ....
... it brings up the great fallacy of the Pioneer Press's exercise in anointing the angels and demons in our midst. Does one really have to be a "saint" to get off their ass and save someone's life? Furthermore, if Jess Maddox would have sat in his chair and pretended not to hear the gasping and wretching around him while he finished his blackened pork chop with chutney sauce, would he not have been a candidate for being "Tainted"? Is there no middle ground anymore in society? Why is the Pioneer Press trying divide us? Can't we all just get along - and let each other choke to death without being labeled?
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