Stop making a big deal of something small and tiny...

Some people are very rude, some people are inconsiderate of other people's feelings, and there are some that are just motivated by nothing more than a desire to destroy and hurt other people for their own personal gains. These people walk amongst the majority of honourable and good-valued people. Every basket has a few bad apples, so to say.

The reason I talk about this is because on Friday evening, on our way to my cousin's place, on the other side of town, my mom is driving through the Friday evening traffic jam and when trying to change lanes, the van in front, whose right rear taillight is not working stops on a dot and my mom not being able to see it until it's too late, gently bumps the rear of the van. Nothing happens, no body or paint damage to either car whatsoever. The woman's (Referred from here as "P.L.") van is rusted in many areas, including the back bumper, just to give an idea of how well her van was taken care of. So anyways, after the light bump, in the middle of the highway, P.L. comes out and starts preaching to us that her son could have been killed and takes a menacing attitude in general towards us. Her son opens the sliding door and jumps out gleefully (I could see a very large grin on his face, it probably means nothing) onto the highway, to which he is told to get back in, a very dangerous action by the boy.

My mother on the other hand is distraught, and tells her that she will pay for any damage that has occurred as a result of this. P.L. says that she MUST call her husband, gets into her van and starts making phone calls to her husband and God knows who else. This is all happening in the middle of the highway, quite dangerous.

After about 5-10 minutes, P.L. finally agrees that we have to get off the highway and discuss this, and all the while, she's refusing to exchange insurance information. That's right, refusing, because she says "I cannot trust you." As far as we could have known, she was probably driving without a license and/or insurance. I bring up contract law, she is taken aback, and goes back to her van. So we wait for P.L. to start her car and move off the highway. I take the driver's seat because my mom isn't in the best state to drive. P.L. is not moving. A good 5 minutes waiting in both cars at a perfect standstill in the middle of the highway is very dangerous. I'm honking on the horn because I'm afraid now that this woman is endangering our lives. P.L. can kiss my ass when she says that we could have killed her son and at the same time she knowingly endangered our lives.

We finally get off the highway and stop at the side. My mom brings up the proposal to pay for any damage whatsoever as a result of this tiny bump. P.L. says that my mom has to pay for the paintwork. This is where we realize that P.L's motives are now for her own personal gain because her van is rusting around the edges and paint is coming off on just about every area of the van. My mom becomes very upset about this because as far as we're translating, she wants the entire van's rustwork to be fixed and she is using this situation to her advantage. To give an idea of the two vehicles, my mom's car is an older model Nissan Sentra, a small car, while P.L's van was a much larger Dodge Caravan, an older model on that as well. The bumper of the Sentra is not able to touch the back bumper of the Caravan because the Caravan's bumper is much higher than the Sentra's front bumper. P.L. has now been established in my mind as a scammer and a shark and she is still consistently refusing to exchange information due to her distrust, or lack of license or insurance.

A police officer arrives on the scene to resolve this issue and P.L. unwillingly gives her information. Finally, the issue seems to be about resolved for the moment when all of a sudden she demands to see my license because according to this person, I was the driver when the accident occurred. I have now lost count of how many times she tries to weasel something out of us. She became very adament and made it her objective that I was the driver. She even got a little hostile and charged towards me. She is taken back to her van. The police officer pulls me aside and asks for my side of the story. I tell my side of the story, the officer is convinced and he leaves. Beforehand though, P.L. was very adament and tried convincing the officer that I was the driver. In the end, this wasn't reported, no tickets were written, and we thought it was over. A verbal contract was made between my mother and P.L. that we would contact each other within 24 hours before anything else was done. The officer was the mediator for that.

This is not where it ended. After coming back from my cousin's place, we have a message from the collision reporting centre that P.L. has reported this collision, and there is a conflict in the story saying that I'm the driver, not my mother, and we must report this. P.L. has broken the contract.

We go there the next morning, report the collision, the officer inspects the damage, tags the damage at under $50 because it's the lowest amount he can go! The officer has said that this damage should be categorized as unreportable because it is so very minor. P.L. hasn't contacted us in trying to get a settlement yet, and should she take this claim to the insurance company, her claim will be investigated. She would have to spend her own money before getting access to the insurance money, and judging from her actions that evening, I doubt she'll bother. But you never know, people are complex animals.

After this incident, I have a mixed faith in humanity. On one thing, my faith has been renewed because the police officer on the scene did a good job of remaining impartial and understanding, and the officers at the collision centre remained impartial and gave the truth straight up, with a touch of good humour! On the other hand, my faith has gone down because of P.L. and her objective of trying to take advantage of something very very small.

If this story does make its way to the hands of either party in this case (If there ever is a case), this is not actual evidence nor should it be used as evidence in any form because of the circumstances under which it was written. I have done my best at keeping both parties as anonymous as possible and of course, there is bias, because this blog is of my thoughts and my feelings, and anything harsh that came from me should be noted as such, it is not evidence nor slander (There are plenty of blogs out there that profess hate to Muslims, Jews and other groups and individuals, so get a grip). Just know that this is from what I remember with my mind on weekend mode. If P.L. or her husband reads this, please give the other side of the story in the comments section, I would be happy to receive this.

A lot of things happening...

Ok, it seems like I'm out of my funk after returning from Europe, going back to work and just getting back to real life in general. If you want to see pictures of my trip to Europe, I better know who you are, and if you're on Facebook, you can see them. Among other things, I've helped out my mom in moving house. Europe is now a memory, but a very sweet one.

Anyhow, today at my mother's house, someone rang the doorbell, and lo and behold, it was a Jehovah's Witness! As far as I can remember, I never had a Jehovah's Witness come to the door, so this was another first for me! They were giving out their propaganda and telling me of a big gathering of Witnesses at Copps Coliseum, and I was invited! I told them that I wasn't religious and wasn't interested in converting because I'm a Satanist. Naturally, they took that like a slap in the face and left.

I'm actually a secular Muslim, but according to them, it's no better than a Satanist! They're not the Westboro Baptist Church, but they do share a lot in common. Anyways, I never really thought about why Jehovah's Witnesses are viewed as a cult, just that they are. So, I looked up Jehovah's Witnesses online and with the regular Watchtower and other publications dedicated to this, I saw sites that, had I been a Witness, would not be able to read because I wouldn't have the freedom to do so.

The sites I looked at talked about people's families being torn apart because one of the members said something or had done something. I would have expected that a religion, like other religions, would intervene and take a diplomatic stance, but instead they encourage the shunning or disfellowship of the family member. Usually the shunning happens because the member read something about the Witnesses from a former Witness or something to that matter and has formed his or her opinions about their religion.

I'm saying this with utmost diplomacy, but I find that Jehovah's Witnesses forbid you to think on your own. You cannot read anything except the associated publications with the religion (Mind manipulation), you cannot congregate with non-members or former members (Social manipulation), no birthdays or any sort of celebration are allowed, even mainstream religious ones, and you have to dedicate around 10 hours of your time per month going door to door and spreading the word.

It appears to me that this establishment, for lack of a better term, controls the lives of people. I wouldn't want to be a part of it and I wouldn't know why people would. Their teachings don't reflect that of Christianity in general, yet they profess to be Christians, and they preach love and tolerance, like other religions, but shun members for thinking for themselves.

So basically, don't knock on my door, I'm not converting. Check out more info here, and here and see how the people are controlled.