“A bruised apple is not all bad. It still has tremendous potential.”
― Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern
“Get rid of the bad apple”, I heard the booze-reeking man over the music buzzing in my ears.
“The construction will be done much faster, just keep six perfect guys.” He directed his “O” shaped thumb and index finger to an older man sitting across from him.
“My mother spanked me, and I love her for it”, he resumed supporting his argument, “ What is with this whiny, politically correct generation? Stop whining and suck up the criticism.”
The receiver of his speech was wearing wrinkles of faded days. He lent his ear, but not his words. He didn’t spare a nod to the scholarly utterances of the boastful speech. His gaze, filled with skeptical contemplation, was the sole response to the voiced deliberations.
“How old are you”, he demanded from the speaker.
“I am 36 years old”, the speech-provider announced proudly.
The questioner hid a subtle smirk behind his pursed lips.
I wondered, should we get rid of the bad apple(s)? If all the “bad apples” disappeared today, how many perfectly ripe rounds of flesh would remain?
To me, there are no flawless apples, all the bruised and even worm-struck apples deserve the benefit of the doubt or, at the very least, a helping hand.
What do you think?