Dire

Nos Duele... It hurts in so many different ways to go around Orange Walk today and not be able to "walk" with any sense of pride and joy. God's blessings in the form of rain is revealing that the town is in dire straits when it comes to how the simple tasks should be carried out.

Rain is supposed to runoff with ease into drains and these are supposed to lead unhindered to our New River. Such ease though comes with responsibilities carried out by every one of us town citizens. These responsibilities are to be administered by those that the citizenry elected as the overseers. Just as we are supposed to not litter and bag our garbage, the group under stipend is supposed to get rid of the same.

Now I am coming to realize that the Christmas tree being bare and an eye-sore at best was not a fluke but a symptom of things going haywire. It is a dire shame that after a rain we cannot come outside and smell that nice aroma that should linger at the end. Does anyone remember that sensation? I do. But it is so so far away in the past that I almost need to undergo self-hypnosis to remember. I want to say "Ahhhhhhh, nice" after a rain again. Is anyone with me?

Shirking one's responsibilities when one should be at the center of it should bring dire consequences. These consequences should either be self-imposed or we the Orange Walkeños ought to speak more often than only at the polls.

It would be a dire shame to have more of the same.

On March 4 we ought to ask for less pitter patter on the streets. We ought to ask for a fresh breath of air after God-given rains. We deserve it!