I've met a number of people throughout my lifetime. We are introduced by others, or, we introduce ourselves. That is the initial, meeting. The greeting part, comes when we welcome another into our personal space.
Sometimes, these former strangers, become friends. Sometimes, the meeting is too one sided. The person, is only interested in themselves. There is no give and take. There is no interest in the other person. That particular person is there to sell their own product. Your product does not count to them.
Such was the case of the well publicized event to meet and greet our District 11, congressman, Daniel Webster. People came very early, hoping for a seat. A two-hour meeting, is a long time to stand when so many have physical limitations. The seats filled up immediately. We became standing room only.
We lined the walls, crowding together. When wall space was no longer an option, some hardy souls, picked places on the floor. When that space was also filled, people had to stand out in the hallway. We waited. Twelve o'clock came, and, went. So did the next ten minutes until the guest of the day, appeared from a private door.
He got the pre-requisite applause. Prayers were said as they always are, at these events. I remember hearing something about the separation between church and state, but, I must be mistaken. I used to think prayers should be a personal conversation with God. After going to so many political events, in Citrus County, I found out meetings must be prayed over, as a group. We pledged Allegiance to our flag. Our requirements met, we waited for the guest of honor to speak.
The audience was filled about fifty-fifty with those who were satisfied with the status-quo, and those who had issues with it. We listened. We were told about his personal generosity to our country. The donation of his salary to the national debt. Very commendable. Also, very self-serving. We, some of us, had questions.
When frustrations of the people became evident, due to some outbursts, he continued on, with his agenda, ignoring anything being said by the audience. When people are ignored, they tend to get insulted and react. The noise level, persisted, from both sides. Those participating, in the shouting match, out shouted each other.
I watched his face. His demeanor, facing a less than friendly crowd. The words, fight or flee, came to mind. He, fled.
A statesman, would be able to face down the crowd. He would have the ability to deflect the anger with authority and understanding. He would realize people need to be acknowledged. A statesman, elected by the public, should be able to handle diversity. There are very few statesmen in existence these days, if any.
The two-hour meet and greet was cut short in exactly twenty minutes, not fifty, as reported in the Chronicle. When the going got rough, he could not handle it. He is just another run-of-mill politician. Self serving, and nothing more. The ribbon was cut, heralding the opening of his new local office. We were told we could visit anytime with questions, providing we came on the two days a week when someone would actually be there. That ended the two-hour meet and greet. I know time flies these days. Two hours flew by. In twenty minutes.
Author - Sheila Jacobs
Sheila is from Brooklyn, NY. worked in advertising, is an entrepreneur, and retired from the Dept. of Education. She has one husband, 3 daughters, 6 grandchildren, and 1 one dog. Coffee NOT tea is her beverage of choice.