No doubt you have seen videos of people pretending to be one thing when they really are in fact someone else? The funniest I ever watched was the girl walking across the office space to the elevator. She walks in the elevator and lets loose and we see the real her behind the closed doors of the elevator.
What I find interesting not that I write here, and I find myself reading blog’s of others are the people pretending to be something while their content is about something else completely. These Blogs run the gamut of religion, racial equality, travel, politics, pick a subject, and there is a blog of it, most of the time.
When I read some blogs I am reminded of a winter day in the Sierra Nevada Mountains many years ago. I was headed from the Midwest to California. I was somewhere either before or after Donner Pass, where the famous incident took place so many years ago. It had been snowing of course. I was trying to out drive a storm. I thought I had it beat as I was now to the front of storm and the radio was reporting that the snow had stopped some miles ahead. I thought I had made it.
The highway I was on was traversing through the mountains and there was no place to get off. It was either keep on going, or go back, and hope I make it back to the last town. I chose to keep going. The State had decided in the middle of no where to close the road to all vehicles except those that had chains. Of course I did not have any chains. There were to my surprise oh so friendly people out there both selling and putting chains on vehicles for a price.
It is worth mentioning at this point that I had stopped before I entered the mountains for gas and they had chains on sale for $18.00. My hourly income at the time was about eight dollars an hour, so the cost of buying chains was very expensive to me. I decided that I would make the last hundred miles through the mountains without them.
The helpful entrepreneur that came to my window as I rolled to a halt in the middle of nowhere asked me if I had any chains. Of course I had to say no, I did not. He then asked me if I was turning back, or would I like to buy chains from him? I asked him how much he wanted, remembering the less than twenty dollar set eighty miles behind me. Instead of giving me a price, he asked me how much was I willing to pay?
I told him I was on military leave, and I little money, barely enough to get me to next payday. He said how much was little? I took out my wallet and counted my money. I had a total of eighty-six dollars. He said that was the price of the chains then, eighty-six dollars.
I said that would not leave me enough money to buy gas to get where I needed to go! he asked where that was and I told him. He looked at my gas gauge, and said okay, eighty dollars, put on. What could I do? I paid the thief eighty dollars, and when he was done, I told him I hoped he had trouble sleeping at night, being the thief he was. He didn’t look surprised in the least, I guess he had heard it before. He told me it was so many miles to where I was going and with the gas I had and the six dollars he had left me I should make it. I told him he should be ashamed of himself for being a thief and got back on the road. Within fifteen miles I was taking off the chains, still mad about the highway robbery.
The internet is not quite like the man with the chains, but it is reader beware. Too many stopping off places do not have our best interests in mind. As you scan my blog, or any other blog, pay close attention to the real agenda. Not all blogs are what they seem.
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