Remember that
famous quote from Rodney Dangerfield, “I don’t get no respect”?
Back then; it used to be a joke. These days, it seems the norm. Walk into
a grocery store, and stand by the customer service desk for a few minutes
and see if you get respect. Call a consumer’s hotline technical support
number for your brand new $1500 computer system, and see if you don’t get
three or four prompts all leading you to another automated answering machine
indicating there is “no one in the office to help you at this time”. Order
a mattress from your local bedding store, and see if delivery is on time
much less delivered on the date they promised it would be delivered! Order
a pizza and see if you aren’t slammed on hold faster than you can get your
first words of “I’d like…” out of your mouth.
Where is the
so-called personal service? What happened to treating people
like individuals with true compassion and concern? Did we get so automated
that no one exists for the one-on-one job of caring anymore?
I called a church the other day and was
amazed to hear the ol’ “Press One for the Senior Pastor”, “Press Two for the
Associate Pastor”, so on and so forth, until they had “Press six for someone
to pray with you”! I must admit it may have gone too far!
Where does such impersonal disregard for
humanity come from? Is it truly a technology issue, or is it deeper than
that?
I can’t help
but wonder if it isn’t how we treat one another in our families?
Are we so busy that we cannot treat each other with the respect of eye
contact, complete sentences, and a sprinkle of kindness? Are our teens on
the computer so much that their entire life evolves around Instant Messaging
and therefore short fused when they need to reply to a question by
speaking? Have we been so bothered by cell phone overload and Highway 40
traffic all day that we cannot say ‘hello’ to our mate without biting their
head off? What happened to the days when we had time to ‘think’ about our
lives in silence? Remember coming home to a phone that did not have an
answering machine attached to it, and families communicated to each other at
dinnertime? We didn’t use to lose our documents somewhere in the abyss of
cyber world. We didn’t have to worry about computer viruses, just cold and
flu viruses!
Kids used to ask the parents about a
subject, and if the parent’s didn’t know the answer, the family would look
it up in the dictionary around the coffee table. Now, kids look it up on
“Google Search”. Where are we needed, anyway?
I heard on a
radio station survey people calling and answering if they thought
it would be better or worse in 200 years from now. Most people thought it
would be worse. Why? More technology? Maybe then, we’ll have dial-up or
better yet, cable modem therapists…no, wait, I think that’s already been
invented! They also asked if it was better 30 years ago, in the 1973
range. Amazingly, most answered it was better, because people were not as
pressured. Which leads me right back to the point of respect.
As much as we’d all like to think we’ve
facilitated our lifestyle with all the new gadgets, new toys, and up to date
technology, there is something we seem to be losing. “Time”. I took the
“time” to listen to the words of a song I’d heard the melody over and over
again in the past few months. As I focused on listening, it became a lovely
song of compassion, care, and sentimental words that pulled at my heart.
In the midst of such a hurried
lifestyle, the emotions that should be lovingly shown seem to be dimmed by
the aggravation, lack of patience, frustration, and quick tempers of those
around. It would appear that grace, forgiveness, consideration for others,
and heart to heart communication is fading in the dust of today’s world.
We are all
searching for that thing that fills the void, nothing but time,
understanding, and respect can fulfill.
Hopefully today, you might listen to
somebody with a kinder ear, speak to someone with a gentler tone, care about
someone that had a bad day, smile to someone who needs a soft look, and show
respect to someone who may not deserve it. It
starts with us. As all things do.