I agree with you women often are better at judging someone character than men. Women is the weaker vessel but of course that doesn't mean she is inferior. A Ferrari is a weak vessel to a 18 wheeler but not inferior by any means. 18 wheeler is design to pull the heavier loads but the Ferrari is a lot more personal, beautiful and fun.
Hi,
There is more to it than just being "the weaker vessel" and being those other things that amount to Biblically, man's glory.
As an example my mother was on her death bed and no one knew it. My brother, her son, called me up one day. And what you are about to hear, is typical for most females. Most. I noticed his voice. I changed my plans.
The day after next, I was going to drive up and see him, to help. He had done everything for her for years. The next morning, I had a doctor's appointment. I was quite sick in those days, from a "mystery" illness.
"I have a morning doctors appointment. When that is over I will drive down and see you." I listened to no objections, and there were not any. I arrived at his house, about 11 PM. He is more than 500 miles from the doctor's office.
One look, and instantly I knew both he and his wife had been care taking too long. PLUS I was preparing myself for my entire life, for this one moment. No One, knew her better than I did. She died a few days later. The "Raving Maniac", me, refused to let the lights come on, til I was sure. I never left her side, I was never not touching her, except for two moments. One of them caused me to turn into "Raving Maniac".... The other that broke my heart forever, until a guy like you must have seen my torture, and took my hand and placed it on my mothers dead body. Her chest. I never saw him, such was my grief. The hand came from a guy like you, my hand was soon on her chest, I did not resist, I was in a shocked stupor. "Tha-ump" She was not dead.
As her heart slowed and slowed, the son who loved her so, slept, in the room next door. The time came, I left her. Rushing to him, so he could be there in her final moments, when I got back, she had already died. She died alone.
Days I spent fighting off every wrong person. They only got through to me once. A hospice nurse told me to leave her. I refused. She became more upset with me. No. I am not leaving her. I have things to tell you and you need to come out and listen. I didn't budge. Crazy girl, is at the helm.
Time passes, the nurse comes in with my brother and his wife. The nurse is really upset with me. They treat her bed sores. Her dose of morphine had already been increased to five times it's normal level. It made her pass out. She was Catatonic. That was the nurse's point. Since my mother is unconscious, there is absolutely no reason for me to not come out and listen to her. The nurse finished and left.
Time passed. Her words finally got to me. I got up. Yes. I got up. I went out to my brothers breakfast area and met him there. We talked.
I am now useless, and know it. What am I doing there? I am not needed.
As I am trying to decide what to do next, eventually we wander away from the eating area. I watched my mother stir as we talked. She did it again.
I walked over in grief. I started talking to her. "I am so sorry, I am so sorry. I didn't know. I will not leave your side until you are...."
I don't remember the words now. Out of that 5X morphine dose, she turns her head to me, "Thank-you" Turning her head back. She then goes into that supposed unconsciousness.
Crazy woman was right. Maniac was right. I went back, sat down. Now No One messed with me.
Later, my brother could not spread her ashes. That too was a joy to me.
Are women in some areas, by that example, which is entirely common in All the women that I hang out with, not stronger in some ways, than even you dear sweet guys?
I could not, nor would want to live without you males, but is "The weaker vessel" always weaker.
Please watch Steel Magnolias. Watch the women. That is typical in women what she the mom did.
LOVE,