It's all about you guys and gals

GWN · 12-13-2012, 07:45 PM

It's been a long couple of weeks up here in the Great White North.
Work is insane, my wife's brand new vehicle (her first) was rear-ended on the highway to the tune of $11K and the tow truck company actually came the repair shop and stole our vehicle because the insurance company wanted to pay $190 less than the $900 tow bill they demanded.
We commute 50 km each way, each day, up and down that highway and everyone else on the road is a self-absorbed bastard, fighting their way through traffic to get there 30 seconds faster.
We live in a me-first society, I told my wife while we were walking the dog tonight.
It was cold and windy. And garbage night. I stopped to pick up an empty cardboard box that blew out of someone's recycling box (I think it was taco shells) and put it back it. We both paused, as it seemed out of the norm in today's society.
So I started a rant, how everyone's out for themselves these days and the idea of community — helping out one another — is a thing of the past.
And then I though of this place. And the troop auction. And the idea of gifting an expensive cigar to a brother (or sister) only because they've never tried it.
We're a throwback to better days, my friends. I happy to be here and glad to know there are others out there who recognize this.

12-13-2012, 07:45 PM	#1
GWN Snow City Join Date: Oct 2008 First Name: Jeff Location: Barrie, Ontario Posts: 898 Trading: (10)	It's all about you guys and gals It's been a long couple of weeks up here in the Great White North. Work is insane, my wife's brand new vehicle (her first) was rear-ended on the highway to the tune of $11K and the tow truck company actually came the repair shop and stole our vehicle because the insurance company wanted to pay $190 less than the $900 tow bill they demanded. We commute 50 km each way, each day, up and down that highway and everyone else on the road is a self-absorbed bastard, fighting their way through traffic to get there 30 seconds faster. We live in a me-first society, I told my wife while we were walking the dog tonight. It was cold and windy. And garbage night. I stopped to pick up an empty cardboard box that blew out of someone's recycling box (I think it was taco shells) and put it back it. We both paused, as it seemed out of the norm in today's society. So I started a rant, how everyone's out for themselves these days and the idea of community — helping out one another — is a thing of the past. And then I though of this place. And the troop auction. And the idea of gifting an expensive cigar to a brother (or sister) only because they've never tried it. We're a throwback to better days, my friends. I happy to be here and glad to know there are others out there who recognize this. __________________