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tale 92
the old Written by
Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn
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The old A group of young people sat
around him, and he talked about his voyages, sometimes a bit like Sindbad,
but of course not quite as fantastic. Did his audience notice when he was
exaggerating or even playing things down? Especially the first 10 years, from
18 to 28 years old, were interesting for them. At times it sounded like an
action movie. However, the advice he could give
was not from that era. These adventurous years only formed the basis for what
would later become the conclusions. What happened was mostly very simple and
at that time only had the effect of a shock on him, the real understanding
came much later. How many times, for example, had
he received a slap in the face where he merely noticed that a certain type of
person or situation could have unpleasant effects on body and mind. But why
he had received this treatment often only became clear to him much later. On
the one hand, because in his eyes it was unjustified, and on the other hand,
because it often only served to suppress the complex of inferiority of the
hitting person by the humiliation of the slapped person. Today he faced exactly those big,
fat, effeminate people, but now they were afraid of him. They only recognized
that he could be dangerous to them, but they did not understand why he was
fighting them. They were still at the level of a teenager. But had he really learned it
himself? He tried to be fair, but couldn't always tame his anger enough.
Often he had to think a lot why something was happening, and in later,
similar situations, he was then able to react appropriately. But when the
unexpected happened, it often provoked an inappropriate response in him. Especially the small ones around
him saw in him a hero and had no idea how many doubts and uncertainties were
hidden behind this calm. On the other hand, of course, he enjoyed being
recognized and trusted. He deliberately took the side of the small ones (if
you want to be big, stand next to the small ones.), who of course all hid
when things got tough and only reappeared when the air was clear again. The greatest doubts came to him
when he asked himself, with what right he was doing it. Of course, it was
seldom possible to give a satisfactory answer to this almost philosophical
question. Or why didn't these small ones all stick together? Then they would
not need a big one or a leader. They lacked self-esteem. Both the
oppressor and the oppressed actually came from the same brood. If they were
the big, they would likely be as merciless as their oppressors would. They
weren't a bit better than the others. Was it all senseless? What made
him go on? And then, was the recognition of such people worth it? |
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