Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Here’s an interesting story I did not see last month. Possibly up to twenty (20) British Spitfires have been located in the jungles of Burma, still buried in the crates they were shipped in, “waxed, wrapped in greased paper and tarred to protect against the elements,” as the article notes.
The Spitfires were found by one David Cundall, but now, due to British PM David Cameron, Mr. Cundall may very well lose his find to one fat cat friend of Cameron’s by the name of Steven Boultbee Brooks.
The original story noting the find is headlined Buried treasure in Burma: Squadron of lost WWII Spitfires to be exhumed, and the follow up story, noting the perfidy of Cameron and his fat cat friend Brooks, is titled Dogfight Over Buried WWII Spitfires in Burma.
Prosocial Moral Worth
Keith Burgess-Jackson points to a study published in the Social Psychological & Personality Science journal titled My Brother’s Keeper? Compassion Predicts Generosity More Among Less Religious Individuals with this short comment.
According to a recent study, theists and atheists are equally charitable. Atheists tend to be motivated by compassion. Theists tend to be motivated by duty. Immanuel Kant (1724-1804) would say that only the acts of theists have moral worth. Yet, the authors of the study imply, without even discussing Kant, that the acts of atheists have moral worth.
The link to the mentioned study takes readers only to an abstract (to read the study in its entirety will cost you $25 bucks, and I did not shell out $25 bucks), but I did read the abstract, thoroughly, and will post it here also.
Past research argues that religious commitments shape individuals’ prosocial sentiments, including their generosity and solidarity. But what drives the prosociality of less religious people? Three studies tested the hypothesis that, with fewer religious expectations of prosociality, less religious individuals’ levels of compassion will play a larger role in their prosocial tendencies. In Study 1, religiosity moderated the relationship between trait compassion and prosocial behavior such that compassion was more critical to the generosity of less religious people. In Study 2, a compassion induction increased generosity among less religious individuals but not among more religious individuals. In Study 3, state feelings of compassion predicted increased generosity across a variety of economic tasks for less religious individuals but not among more religious individuals. These results suggest that the prosociality of less religious individuals is driven to a greater extent by levels of compassion than is the prosociality of the more religious.
I’d just like to point out that an individual’s moral worth should most definitely not be measured by whether they have religious leanings, or not. The Bible, which a large percentage of the religious look to for guidance in their lives, is not an instruction book of morals. The revelations contained within the Bible have nothing to do with morality, but rather, with individual radical change of being.
Beauty in the Final Fare of the Day
Via Bill St. Clair, we are pointed to a post of Aaron Manley Smith’s titled A Sweet Lesson on Patience, which relates the tale of a New York taxi driver’s final fare of the day. The post follows in its entirety.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.