About three years ago I was admitted to Cumberland Medical Center’s ICU after suffering a stroke. I credit my Sheltering Angel and the excellent care I received from the personnel in the ICU for my survival. One nurse, in particular, watched over me like a hawk. Time has dimmed my memory but I believe her name is Lorita. If I am incorrect, I apologize, but it is something equally as attractive and unusual. Lorita’s parents, as I recall, had separate favorite names to call their new infant and couldn't reach a decision. So, they sat down and took parts of each name, put them together to form Lorita.
That’s what I call compromise.
Now, I
know a married couple named Congress.
There’s Poppa Republican and Momma Democrat. We send this family, on a regular basis, to
Washington to represent We the
People. Poppa Republican recommends a
piece of legislation to improve the economy.
Momma Democrat says: “It stinks.
What is it?”, then recommends her idea.
Poppa Republican then repeats the
mantra and the harangue goes on and on.
Nothing is accomplished. Why
can’t Poppa Republican and Momma Democrat sit down like Lorita’s parents did. Take a little part of Poppa’s legislation and
a little part of Momma’s suggestion, put them together then repeat the operation until they fashion a passable bill; something that
makes both members of the family happy.
The president may threaten to veto the legislation but the family is in
agreement and can easily override any veto.
That’s what I call compromise. (Copyright 2015-Andrew M. Dolan)
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