Typical Rinder: “Who Does That?”

Amber

In the few years that I worked around Mike Rinder, I found him to be the most condescending and uncaring person I had ever met.

I was driving a scooter at one of the Church facilities and Mike drove past me on his motorcycle. Getting too close, he hit my handlebars and actually knocked me off my bike. I fell to the ground, tearing my pant leg and badly banging up both knees. Any normal human being with any form of care or compassion would feel bad—“Oh, I just knocked her off her bike”—and offer to help. But not Mike.

He just stopped and looked at me with this smirk. I thought, “How could anyone be so uncaring, with no humanity and no manners?” Mike just left me there on the ground with the bike. He simply turned, smirked at me and drove off! I remember thinking at the time, “Wow, what a despicable human being.”

Then about twenty minutes later, I bumped into Mike again. He didn’t ask me, “Amber, how are you? Are you okay?” Nothing.

Instead, Mike just looked down his nose at me in that condescending, arrogant, pompous way that Mike Rinder had perfected. There was not a word of concern. He acted like it never happened. Who does that? Nobody! When you knock someone off a bike or you even in any way bump them, you apologize, you help them, you make sure they’re okay. But not Mike. He didn’t care at all.

Because to Mike Rinder, no one else mattered. No one in the world mattered, other than him.