He followed her through the thick and thin, when she was wrestling with pure hatreds and heavy criticism, coming from the within and the without. He held her hand and led her through the narrow path, when the going was rough and tough. He gave hope to a poor soul, He brought light to her dark path, He stood for an oppressed.
But how soon does man forgets?
After all the help and love, the gifts in kind and cash. The support with sweat and blood, and some freelance intellectual services. An ingrate will never cease to be an ingrate.
A dishonest soul is not just someone who tell lies, but a person with no iota of integrity. However, a lack of integrity is a typical identity of a man without conscience. And he, who has no conscience, lacks sense, and every human value.
Therefore one could conclude that, whosoever is lacking in any of the above is neither a human nor animal. In fact, an ingrate is not a lost but a dead soul.
When people are ungrateful, they are devilish.
You can either choose to be good or not, you can either choose to be responsible or not, you can either choose to be hardworking or not ;there are implications that are of course, detrimental to you, and you alone.
But once you are ungrateful, especially when you try to bite the fingers that have fed you severally, it is a serious crime against humanity and a serious sin before God. No doubt, there is a consequence and it is disastrous ; such a person will fall and might never rise again.
Why ?
All the people around her would be extraordinarily careful. For she thinks nobody followed the whole story, but she would be shocked if she discovered that the chapters of the secret in her life are scanty. Verily, nothing could be more painful than being the only sinner in hell.
The friends would leave, doors would be closed and all focus would be at the center, all eyes would be on the ingrate.
The story of an ingrate is always like that of a numbers of birds ; once upon a time, a group of birds sat on a tree for conspiracy, then suddenly, one of them 'fell off' by a shot of the catapult. Others however, hurriedly dispersed.
I write this to an ingrate today ; a moron, a dead soul, a coward. This is not being smart, never !
This certainly is, not a path to success but a complete doom.
Be wise !
