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My heart rate def­i­nite­ly in­creas­es at times such as these, as does my blood pres­sure be­cause adren­a­line, the "fight or flight" hor­mone is re­leased, prepar­ing the body for bat­tle. I am still an­gry at this sit­u­a­tion, and can feel the phys­i­o­log­i­cal ef­fects of this emo­tion. Maybe if more peo­ple ad­vo­cat­ed in­stead of turn­ing a blind eye, OCs could be "trained." In­stead, I re­turned to the home store to at­tempt to of­fer ku­dos to the em­ploy­ee and en­cour­age him to con­tin­ue ad­vo­cat­ing for those who are dif­fer­ent­ly-abled, and hope­ful­ly low­er his blood pres­sure, but I was un­able to find him. Cheers to Vi­sion 2020! But this is a dead horse, so I shall beat it no longer.

There is no law against park­ing in hand­i­capped spots, an­oth­er sign of Trinidad's lack of so­cial progress, and a source of dis­ap­point­ment, anger and frus­tra­tion for me.

Deal­ing with this OC was point­less, af­ter all, he is an OC, and he al­so did it sim­ply be­cause he could. I sped off, feel­ing not on­ly dis­gust­ed with the OC, but al­so with my­self for not as­sist­ing the em­ploy­ee. We live amongst an­i­mals.Īs I got in­to my ve­hi­cle, in­fu­ri­at­ed, I could feel my chest pound­ing, my heart rac­ing in anger. Just be­cause the wheel­chair sign is paint­ed on the spot does not mean that wheel­chairs park there!The sit­u­a­tion was rem­i­nis­cent of the bat­tles with my dog, who in­sists on dig­ging in the veg­etable beds, my yelling and Dog Whis­per­er tech­niques fall on deaf ears and weak char­ac­ter. The ig­no­rance of this OC was in fact quite com­i­cal. The em­ploy­ee was at­tempt­ing to en­force the hand­i­capped zone park­ing pol­i­cy against this OC, who was flail­ing his arms, and bark­ing out curs­es, be­tween which I man­aged to de­ci­pher, "No­body in no wheel­chair go­ing an' park here now!" He marched in­to the home store, leav­ing the em­ploy­ee dis­gust­ed, flus­tered and I am sure with el­e­vat­ed heart rate and blood pres­sure from the stress of deal­ing with this OC. I was in a home store last week and on ex­it­ing the build­ing, I wit­nessed a ver­bal con­fronta­tion be­tween an em­ploy­ee of the store and one of these OCs. And the frus­tra­tions of deal­ing with these "op­po­site char­ac­ters" (OCs) can pro­duce phys­i­o­log­i­cal ef­fects that are detri­men­tal to our health. "Af­ter all," she said, "there are good peo­ple all around, and they are do­ing good things." While this may be true, there seem to be so many more peo­ple of the op­po­site char­ac­ter flood­ing the streets, work­places and so­cial events that it is very dif­fi­cult for these good peo­ple to be ap­pre­ci­at­ed. My moth­er told me not to be too crit­i­cal.