Kevorkian With a Collar
by Resident Apt.1
The Washington Post ran an article on Thursday, May 6 regarding housing your elderly loved one in a high-end shipping container in your backyard. Maybe next to the dog house?
The genius who invented the shelter, Rev. Kenneth Dupin, is a Methodist minister in Salem, Va. A sort of Kevorkian With a Collar so to speak. For the love of God, the man’s suppose to be a minister, how does treating the elderly in such a manner express the compassion, dignity, and self-sacrifice that the office of minister is supose to uphold? Has he not vowed to proclaim and seek the fruit of the spirit; love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, and temperance?
Without even building a prototype, Dupin and his Nightmare Team managed to persuade the Virginia General Assembly to pass legislation allowing families to install the pod in their backyards and then install sweet aunt Lydia or Gramps and Grandma in the box. He’s a Dupin alright, and we’re positive he’s “Dupin” Virginia Legislature.
There is a pod-load of humorous cannon fodder in this situation. I can’t resist some of it myself and I’m hoping late-night comedians will ridicule this pathetic idea out of existence but the fact is, this is an appalling example how some people treat the elderly and of $100,000 in public grant money and your tax dollars at work.
Yes, I’ve personally experience the trials and tribulations of caring for the elderly. My mother lived with me for the last six years of her life as she slowly descended into dementia. It was exhausting, frustrating, and disheartening. Why did I do it? Because when I needed to be spoon-fed and have my diaper changed she didn’t stick me in a box in the backyard.
So when she needed to be spoon-fed and have her diaper changed I did it. See, how quickly what goes around comes around.
My family did have to make sacrifices and adjustments so we did just that. It taught us patience, perserverance, compassion, loyalty, and how to love unconditionally. I have never been sorry because I know that not only did I take care of the woman who took care of me but I also taught my children how to treat another unfortunate human being. How they learn to treat others is how they will treat themselves, each other, and me. The only regrets that I had about that time with my mother is that I now wish I could have done it all with more grace, more patience, and more understanding. But that’s a lesson learned for next time. And yes, as a care provider I know there certainly are extenuating circumstances that require around the clock medical care. But when a family has already done everything possible and still finds themselves at that point it’s time to look at professional residential care as heartbreaking as that is.
The box is presented as an answer to prayer but it is really just for those who are unwilling to make adjustments and open their own doors to the very people who supported, nurtured, and cared for them when they were helpless. What it really comes across as is a money-maker for the Dupin Reverend and and a way for some people to assuage their feelings of guilt as they roll their eyes, sigh, and say, “Oh yes, we took my elderly parents in when they couldn’t live on their own anymore.” This of course will allow them to effortlessly bask in the sympathy and admiration that usually accompanies such a statement.
A recent survey I heard stated that only ten percent of the world’s population had high regard for Christians. I’m willing to bet this is just one dark example of why that statistic exists.
Perhaps the Kevorkian with a Collar, his Nightmare Team of cohorts, and the Virginia legislators should spend a week or ten in the box. That way they could really learn to “think outside the box”.
Then again, maybe Dupin should just drop the wolf in sheep’s clothing guise and get rid of his collar.
“This people draweth nigh unto Me with their mouth, and honoureth Me with their lips; but their heart is far from Me.” -Matthew 15:8
“‘Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may go well with you…” Deut. 5:16
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