Little Miss Saving-the-World

Changing the way we think in order to change the world


The Lucky Ones December 26, 2011

Filed under: Well-being — LittleMissSavingTheWorld @ 1:23 am

It occurred to me a little too late that I was in a sketchy part of town. In anticipation of making it to my massage appointment, I had actually gotten off my bus five blocks before my stop- and by the looks of things that was the least of my problems.

If it wasn’t enough that I was young and clearly a college student, I was also wearing a bright pink t- shirt proclaiming that sex-education saves lives; needless to say, I stuck out like a sore thumb in the southern town. Yet, even with my fingers trembling I was convinced that I would be perfectly safe, that I didn’t have to rely on anyone for help. My cell-phone was neatly tucked away in my handbag and my fear was causing me to start talking to myself.  “It’ll be okay Priya, you’ve dealt with 2,000 pound horses, so a dangerous person is nothing to you.” Much like my pride, my pep talks weren’t very helpful but neither was the cooing I received from the next bus stop I contemplated waiting at.

Walking seemed like the only real option since I didn’t see the point in calling for help and so I continued. I went another block and sat down impatiently waiting for the bus next to a cemetery when I first pretended not to notice them.

Two perfectly innocent strangers were walking right towards me but rather than seeing them as helpful I saw them as dangerous. Dingy hair, a banged up eye, crutches and an old back pack were what greeted me as the woman sat down next to me. ” What’s your name?” “Annie” I lied because I was too scared to tell the truth.  “You don’t look like you belong here, where are you headed?” “ I’m trying to get to Corporate Blvd but I got off the bus too early so I’m waiting for the next one. Do you know when it’s coming around?”  “Probably not for another hour but you should really get out of here before that. You’re young and you don’t blend in very well. I’m only helping you because you look like my niece and I can’t see you get hurt. You’re like fresh meat out here.” The woman with stiches over her right eye pulled out her small wallet and showed me a picture of her beautiful niece. ” You look exotic just like her. Isn’t she pretty?” ” She’s gorgeous.” I replied, shocked by the size of her injury as well as the picture of her fully clothed, clearly better off relative. ” So Mike and I are going to walk you to wherever it is you need to go- the bus station is only a few blocks away and you can catch the next bus out there but I want you to be safe.” I could feel my jaw drop,” “Thank you so much.”  “Don’t mention it we don’t want you to get hurt.”

I was blown away by their act of complete kindness and generosity. These were strangers who I had been afraid of but what I really learned instead, was that they were far better, stronger people than I had ever been. In this one moment of kindness these two homeless individuals had so unselfishly taken me three blocks to my destination telling me horror stories that I couldn’t imagine.

The woman had been beaten with a bottle of alcohol after someone snuck into her tent and  the evidence was as clear as the stitches over her eye. The man she was with, Mike never told me his story- he was silent but helpful, mumbling occasionally and walking slowly along with his crutches and his casted arm.

After my agonizingly long wait at the station and being hit on by an elderly man all I could think of was those two people. Those two wonderful people who had in that time made me realize how perpetually incredible and blessed my life is. ” You be careful now, I’m gonna be worried about you all night.” “Thank you both for everything; thank you so much.”  And even after calling my aunt to pick me up from my final destination I couldn’t help the tears from falling down my face.

How could two wonderful people be so incredibly stigmatized against to the point of being untouchable, unnoticeable, absent from every aspect of our lives to the point where we forget about them? Why is it that the first thing I noticed about them was their social economic status rather than their kindred spirits, their kind hearts or their simple humanity?

That common string keeping us together as creatures has gone from being so very inclusive to constantly being cut, separating us based on age, race, gender and now social economic class. Now, the commonality that used to be so standard- our humanity- has changed in such a way that we have to prove our likeness to others just to feel safe, to give us a false sense of security.

The problem lies in the fact that we’ve come to confuse rich and poor, old and young, black and white with good and evil- forgetting that what actually defines us isn’t what we look like but rather what we stand for as I was so humbly taught by Mike and Barbara.


To society December 7, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — LittleMissSavingTheWorld @ 12:04 am

LMSW :  (1:23 AM) 
* the basis of wife beating is male dominance- not superior physical strength or violent temperament… but social, economic, political, and psychological power… Wife beating is the chronic battering of a person of inferior power who for that reason cannot effectively resist*
our gvt makes equality impossible
it’s bullshit
they pay women 73% of what they pay men, pushing women towards "pink collar jobs" which are typically low paying with little opp for advancement and leading women to consider a life of domesticity instead
Society:  (1:44 AM) 
i agree
LMSW:  (1:44 AM) 
then when we’re married, we’re economically dependent because we don’t make as much money; the govt says hey you had kids you’re allowed to take time off to take care of them but you’re husband isn’t further pushign the idea of child care on women
then! to add to it
women who ARE housewives because their unpaid work is seen as more beneficial to the family than their paid work
have to do monotonous jobs that no one likes
and they not only don’t get paid for it
but because they’re not the bread winners they don’t get as much say in the house
and as such not as much say in the workplace either
do you know companies don’t see a woman with children as reliable?
the govt has made it so because they have this additional responsibility they’re unreliable while men with kids
are seen as doubly reliable
because they have a family to support them!
it’s obscure and twisted and there’s NO way
we’re equal
and no one notices

not even you…