Over the last couple months, I've been blessed with a full-time job. In my last post, I mentioned being jobless but it only took me 1.5 months post graduation to obtain the job I have now. I didn't do it on my own. I have such a supportive friend whom I've known since middle school. She spread the word for me and helped connect me to a job related to my field of interest. I could not thank her enough. Yes I treated her out and took her to a concert haha. But honestly, you know that when you find a friend like that, you should never let her go. She's a lifesaver.
The blessings didn't stop there, I'm blessed with a loving family. Cousins that try to keep in touch, parents who continue to pray for my successes. My friends too. I'm blessed with few friends that understand me and accept me for who I am. They understand my awkwardly outspoken humor and they're always keeping me updated on the next nerdiest thing. I'm blessed with physical health, the ability to walk, talk, and think on my own. I remind myself never to take that for granted.
But why do I have morals? As of late, it does not seem at all like a blessing to have morals that most others don't. There are things that I could never do to another person. Things that society deems as negative but people do anyways. These morals I have keep me from being able to accept the hurtful things that others do to me, because I'd never do it to them nomatter the circumstances. This brings up the Heinz Dilemma (I actually learned stuff in college):
A woman was near death from a special kind of cancer. There was one drug that the doctors thought might save her. It was a form of radium that a druggist in the same town had recently discovered. The drug was expensive to make, but the druggist was charging ten times what the drug cost him to produce. He paid $200 for the radium and charged $2,000 for a small dose of the drug. The sick woman's husband, Heinz, went to everyone he knew to borrow the money, but he could only get together about $1,000 which is half of what it cost. He told the druggist that his wife was dying and asked him to sell it cheaper or let him pay later. But the druggist said: “No, I discovered the drug and I'm going to make money from it.” So Heinz got desperate and broke into the man's store to steal the drug for his wife. Should Heinz have broken into the laboratory to steal the drug for his wife? Why or why not?
As for me, when I start to become the victim of unmoral actions, I start to wonder why I'm still moral in the first place. Karma doesn't work on my part.
