Heart to Heart

By Jim Hagarty

The most ignorant people in our world are not those who cannot read or write or make change for a $20 bill.

The most ignorant people are the ones who can do all those things and yet look down on those who can’t.

The illiterate can be taught to read and write, the numerically challenged, to do math.

Heartless people are a bigger challenge. When a heart hardens, for whatever reason, the formula has yet to be found, the pill to be formulated, the gadget to be devised, the program to be written, to soften up their sensibilities.

Success does not have to warp us. It is a choice.

I have met people, common as the most common street urchin at one stage in their lives, who ended up doing very well, accumulating “riches” beyond what they ever thought possible. Some of them, upon acquiring their wealth, immediately began worrying that some undeserving others were going to come along and take it from them.

I have also encountered “poor” people who have literally, taken me in and fed me, gave me a bed and – the shirt off their back.

There is nothing inherently noble about the poor or the rich.

The only valuable thing any of us has in this world is our heart. It can be as big or as small as we want it to be.

The ushers will now bring around the collection plates.

The sermon has ended. Go in Peace.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.