The Squeaky Wheel Gets the Grease

Tonight on our local cable network channel 12, aired a special meeting where residents met with officials and agencies trying to help them pick up the pieces. There was such a large panel of people that I was amazed.

Tornado victims had concerns about mostly trees fallen on their property. Some had trees on their property deposited from other properties unknown "from where." to them. The question? Who is responsible for those trees? I began to see some of the "after effects" of the storm. It may be a very long grind...

Expectations were that of what can the state, town and federal government do for them. Unfortunately, where there is no funding, little. I heard that "when and if" the money came forth, work would be accomplished. The biggest word in the conversation besides the word "if" is patience.

Then one man, was upset because he didn't get the "memo" on the warehouse temporarily established to aid people with non-perishables and other items like, rakes, gloves and groceries. It went from full-time to part-time then, to appointment only, as attendance teetered off. Some goods were sent to replenish local food pantries. He was disappointed in "signage", looking to blame. Shame on those people who should have been grateful instead of "hateful". We are spoiled consumers and our expectations are extended to free-bees. People gave to the tornado victims who did not indicate a particular town, but as I understood, "communities" of people of devastation, sharing as "needed."

I attended to some of the sweetest and unfortunate kind-hearted folks who were appreciative of those who volunteered their time and money to help others. Some giving of their time, everyday to exhaustion. The warehouse brought water and other essentials in a very efficient way to many in need. I say well-done, bravo.

Should I be disappointed by the attitude of a few, or dwell rather on the good things that some do for others because they have a heart for their brothers, including the ungrateful ?

People still cater to the squeaky wheel who will in the end, get the grease, just to shut them up, sadly. "We used say in our neighborhood, "let the baby get his way." Right or wrong, we do.....