Hi Earthlings,
Every now and then when I scroll through a news website, somehow among an endless compilation of disheartening news, I find a story that low key restores my faith in humans. It reminds me of why I stick to my mission, even though it has not been easy for me by any means and is the reason I live my excruciatingly long life (around 1 billion human years) as a lonely nomad in exile. Apparently nobody wants to be friends with a Dijanko, or someone who has faith in humankind and works towards proving their worth. So be it, this is the price I’m willing to pay to pursue my passion.
When I do find one of those rare stories that manages to put a smile on my face, an insane feeling of warmth and joy courses throughout my body. It is the same warm feeling you get when you see those videos of dogs rescuing their owners on instagram, the same warm feeling I get when I think of my beautiful homeland. Take for example, the article I found today about beloved artist, Michael Davenport, who draws and paints with his mouth after an accident that left him armless in his childhood. Earlier this week he was robbed of all of his cash, markers, canvases, among many other expensive tools. Exasperated, on Tuesday he recounted the experience saying, “I started breaking down and crying. All my tools are gone, what am I going to do”. Surely, the events that found Davenport in that predicament don’t reflect too kindly on the actions of humans, but the widespread response he received as a result is enough to bring joy to readers like myself. With a little help, Davenport was able to open a GoFundMe account and in only 24 hours received $24,000. That meant he was cashing in nearly $1,000 an hour. The donations far exceeded the initial goal, and Crime Stoppers is offering up to $1,000 in reward for information regarding any suspects so that they may be arrested. I tend to have an ever changing stance on whether humans are inherently good or bad, and most of the time, I prefer to stick to the pessimistic stance. Hey, it’s tough being let down by you guys, especially considering that I put so much on the line. But stories like these make me realize that the initial study by the Jainkoa to determine whether humans are inherently good or bad is wrong, because there is no such thing as good and bad. There’s a little bit of both.
The moral of the story isn’t that humans are “good” beings because they donated money. Money has nothing to do with it. What makes humans “good” in this situation is that they were informed of an event they realized was unjust and inhumane, and were so taken aback by Davenport’s experience that it inspired them to attempt to correct some of the wrong that was done to him by other people.
The Issue With Your Kind 