Friday 16 October 2015

Raised Up

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                   October 16, 2015
 By author Bryce A Baker


Raised Up

Today a friend shared a video of two very young Asian children singing the Gospel song 'You Raise Me Up'.

As I look at the state of our world, our spiritual being can be raised up, simply by listening to these very talented children. Their inspiration is a seed of hope that through our youth, there is a possibility that one day we will open our eyes to a land free from the strife WE have built for ourselves.

Yesterday, I had an encounter with a twenty five year old native man that had passed out on a public bench. After attempting to get a response he remained still, he was breathing but still. When the paramedics arrived they revived him and wanted to take him to the hospital to be checked out and recover from his consumption of alcohol.

He was resistant to cooperate partially because of his altered capacity, but he repeatedly advised, he didn't do anything wrong and just wanted to be left alone.
He was right about not doing anything derogatory to the law, except public intoxication. We tried to convince him that going to the hospital to recover was for his safety and protection. We wanted him safe from harm.

His refusal required the paramedics to call the police to have him taken into custody, again for his own protection. As the responding officer and I were loading him in the cruiser, he looked at me in tears and said, “I didn't do anything wrong.”

No matter how hard we tried to get him to the hospital, he just couldn't understand the alternative until it was too late.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a young man lost and out of hope. When the music from the young Asian children soothed my soul, yesterday's soul struck harder. He wasn't a bad person, he is lost in a world ravaged. He needs to be ‘raised up', and WE need to be RAISED UP with him.
 

Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker

www.bryceabaker.com

Saturday 3 October 2015

Getting Nailed


CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!                                       October 2, 2015


Getting Nailed 


If I had but one wish; it would to see our ravaged world free from the evils of crime.
No, I'm not running for Miss Canada. Previously I wrote that my writings are but only words to a hearing impaired world. With exception to my friends that understand.
In my book ‘Ghosts of Time’, there is a village that has grown free from greed or unjustified aggression. They have raised their children through the generations to understand that they are but a temporary inhabitant of their world, which of free will, appreciates that which is shared with them. Sounds simple, because it is, we have a tendency to complicate unnecessarily.
A number of years ago I arrested a man my age for theft. My arrest was his 28th criminal conviction. He got three years jail time but in our system he was out stealing again in just a few months. His wanton disregard for others will eventually catch up to him, and it won't be pretty. Unfortunately severe damage is left in his wake.
To be violated by a theft can be traumatic for some and the majority of the time, we believe we are failed by the laws that allegedly protect us; which brings to point, my point.
To take the law into our own hands in a matter of vigilante justice can be as detrimental as the crime subjected against us. For example:
In 1996 my house in Vancouver was broke into and I lost twenty thousand in tools and electronics (uninsured). A witness told me he watched them load a van and one of them even waved at him! He thought it was odd that these three men were moving at 11:30 at night but failed to call the police.
Subsequently, I was broke into five more times in less than a month. The last attempt to violate left blood on my window sill from a board full of nails that somehow was misplaced there. According to our Canadian laws I could have been sued by this clumsy thief for having a hazard around my house. Furthermore, I could’ve been charged for ‘booby trapping’.
During my career of hunting these maggots, I struggled with stretching the law to the limits once… maybe twice, but like all the other sickening crimes perpetrated that would have slipped through the cracks, I felt justified.
If you have had a crime thrust upon you it is understood.
Now that I have confessed to abusing a lowlife, I put forward a warning to NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
It is sad that we as a society feel it necessary to take steps to extend ourselves, at risk of law suit by the criminals that the laws are suppose to protect us from. They, as a criminal element, have more rights than the victims.
Don't get me wrong that I demand retribution through excessive response. If necessary, the thieves received a justified treatment instead of the coddling they receive from our court system. If there are no consequences for breaking the law, then law doesn't exist.
In conclusion, the only way to stop crime is to first charge the law makers for breaching their own laws, nails should be classified as a security system, last and almost least of the long list; for blueprints of the 'Baker Better Burglar Bagger', send me an email. There is a better rat trap!
Please... CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG!

Bryce A Baker

www.bryceabaker.com