Richard Craver

Thoughts, Musings And The Occasional Rant

Ray’s Crippled Crow

Written By: richardwcraver - Oct• 25•12

I came downstairs to make some breakfast this morning, and as I turned on the front room light I was instantly greeted by a swarm of little black eyes of a herd of Mickey Mouse wags in the aquarium, a few moments later indoor cat Pixie was yammering, and shortly afterwards, outdoor cat Ginger was mewing in her softer voice. I had the attention of everyone, and they were all waiting to be fed. The thought crossed my mind that I wish I could claim all these hungry mouths as dependents on my taxes. Seems logical to me, they depend on us for their existence.

As this was going through my mind I remembered the true story told to me by Jim, one of my coworkers and co-founder of the business I work at, about Ray’s crippled crow.
Jim previously worked at Triad Auto Specialty in Greensboro, an independent Acura/Honda shop similar to where I work. Some years ago a crippled crow showed up in their parking lot. Ray, one of the owners of Triad Auto, being a great humanitarian took compassion on the crow and began feeding it. At first he gave it some old bread he found in the break room, but soon he was bringing bread in from home and anything else he thought the crow might eat.
The guys in the shop gave Ray a hard time about his new found dependent, but he continued to feed the bird. When he arrived in the morning the bird would see his truck and  fly down and hop around on it’s good leg to eat whatever Ray brought it that day. This daily routine continued for some months, until Ray took a week of vacation. Near the end of the vacation week, Jim found the crow in the parking lot, dead. The crow had becomes so dependent on Ray for it’s daily bread, that it no longer searched for food on it’s own. It had starved to death.

We have done the same thing in this country to our poor. Out of our compassion we have inadvertently, or not, created a multi-generational dependent class. A few weeks ago in an off-camera moment Mitt Romney was heard speaking of the 47% that would not vote for him and that he “didn’t care”. What he was speaking of is the 47% of households that each month receive some sort of government payment, collectively known as entitlements. Most of that group will always vote for the candidate that is promising more entitlements. They have become dependent on the monthly feedings like Ray’s crow became dependent on the daily bread. They no longer have the ability, or desire, to take care of themselves or their families. Mitt’s comment that he “didn’t care” was simply a reflection that nothing he could do would persuade those to vote for him, not that he had a disdain for them.

Somewhere along the line in this country it has become acceptable to be poor, it has become acceptable to not have the means to support oneself or one’s own family. On the front of my computer monitor at work is a piece of paper, a fortune cookie script that reads, “Broke is temporary, Poor is a state of mind.” It is a reminder to myself that even though I’m struggling, and I am, this is only temporary. I also take solace in a verse from the Psalms:

I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread. – Psalm 37:25 NIV

These are not the first tough times that this nation or myself has gone through, but God has always been faithful to His people, He has been faithful to me. Are you one of His people?

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