This is the story of a dog named Oreo. Technically, it IS a sad story. It also contains my opinions on both dog and master. I hate this story and yet…
First off, let me start by saying that as a human being, I know precisely what evil is. God, too, knows exactly what evil is. However, when my view of evil is contrasted with God’s view of the ‘exact’ same wickedness, there is a huge difference: God allows for NO scope, no range, no degree, no rank, no level, no spectrum, no grade, no status, no nothing. God sees evil as an absolute, whereas, my perspective is influenced by a myriad of outside forces: Is it family member? A friend? Surroundings? Culture? Upbringing? On any given day, I may let a killer off the hook depending on the circumstances. I mean, would anyone truly convict a man who stood before them who admitted to brutally and hideously killing Adolf Hitler? No. Arguably not a single soul would convict that man of murder. However, in God’s eyes, he committed murder. And that was evil. Just as a teenager might lie to his parents, steal some money to go buy alcohol, lie about their age to get into an adult club, and then take an illegal drug AND….AND drive past the speed limit on the way home before falling face first into a plush bed, drifting away to sleep under the quiet umbrella of night. No harm? No foul? Perhaps a small degree of evil? (After reflecting back on our own lives–perhaps we’d like to assign it even a SMALLER degree of evil? 😉
The fact is, as human beings who operate under the authority of a judicial system, we assign degrees to our definition of evil based on how it plays out in court. We are becoming more and more callous to what we do, see, feel, hear, taste, and touch. September 11, 2001 was a horrible day. If you remember, it was unlike anything you’d ever understood in your life before that point. However, if 9/11 were to happen again, it would be bad, yes, but it would not be 9/11/2001 because as humans, we have the ability to adapt to our surroundings and circumstances. It aids our recovery after the devastating loss of a family member, as well suppressing our feelings of outrage and anger while allowing a once devastating evil act to become commonplace. If these things are allowed to ferment and grow below the surface of our moral skin, they will bubble up and destroy someone at some point, many times bringing great sorrow and pain as it burns a path through whatever stands in its way.
So, what’s the big deal about evil? Perhaps nothing—-perhaps everything. Are we willing to let our perception of evil deteriorate over time to the point where our very soul can tune out an act of evil so hideous that just the thought of it can make the skin on your arms and legs crawl from head to toe.
If a young man, a child of nineteen, were to walk up to the top story of a housing project, look over the side, contemplate his life and all of the numerous failings to which he’d been subjected, look down at the street, pick a vehicular-point of landing and then jump off of that building landing head-first onto the roof of that very car, most of us would look inward and say, “What a shame? Nineteen? He had his whole life ahead of him.” But within seconds, virtually seconds, that child would be nothing but a memory.
Now, suppose that same boy walked up to the top of that building and followed the exact same steps, except this time, after reaching the edge and choosing the destination, he walked back about 20 feet, picked up a bat and started hitting his family dog, a kind terrier mix who chased balls and panted heavily when she would play, who he brought with him to the roof of his building which stood six-stories high.
Suppose he took that bat and started plowing into her, his dog, hitting her firmly across the side of the head and solidly down across the back spine. Then, after seeing that she was broken and without fight, her fear being the only thing she had left, outside of the ‘not-knowing’ why her master was beating her so terribly, he takes this little dog into his arms and begins to cradle it like a small baby. This act, no doubt, alleviated some fear from the dog as she was now in the arms of her master. It was only seconds later though when the boy released the dog from his arms, hurling her smashed, crying body over the side of the building at a speed designated by gravity itself. Did the dog realize then that she was now plunging toward her death?
I don’t know if dogs are like us but perhaps this dog thought of where she was littered, perhaps her thoughts were of her brothers and sisters or if her mom was still alive…somewhere out there. How sad to think that such a pretty little dog might have wondered her last few seconds away in despair and anguish, “What did I do? Why? What did I do? Please, take me back, daddy. Whatever it was – I’ll never….do it…..aga—–”
However, I’d like to think that the dog did something else. I’d like to think that the little dog who was thrown over a roof after being beaten and beaten, I’d like to think that the young dog turned to her creator in her last seconds. With God, all things are possible? I don’t know how or even if, but something in my soul says ‘it’s possible’…actually, my SOUL tells ME it’s ‘probable!’
…and on July 31st, 2009 — as the young dog fell past each floor toward her final resting spot — God was watching.
The pup, named Oreo for her coloring, underwent surgery at the ASPCA hospital, where vets repaired all of her limbs “with plates and screws. She also suffered internal bruising and damage to her lungs,” according to the Post.
But, somehow, someway….she survived the evil that was inflicted upon her.
Evil is not only relegated to rapists, killers, and child molesters nor is it only exclusive to adult men. Our nature, arguably our entire species, protects women and children instinctively, and that’s not a bad thing, but in recent years, seemingly more often than not, we seem to be able to ignore obvious signs of a lurking evil within people, especially if it resides in a young child, a hopeful teenager, or a beautiful woman. I remember when I was nineteen, I was a child and acted as such.
I had two dogs who I loved as much as anything that I ever HAVE loved – period! I thought of them as I read this story. If that guy would’ve done that to either of my girls, Roxy or Baby, I would’ve wanted to kill him. I would’ve wanted to kill him! But, that would’ve been evil and I would not have acted on that particular evil…but the thought and the desire would’ve been there. Is there a difference between acting on something and thinking something? I don’t know…that’s a debate for another day. But still…this story: a guy throws his dog off of a building? It just makes you close your eyes and cringe. What this kid did was evil and so, too, might he be at his very core – kid or not!
–R.I.P. Loves of My Life–