I avoid sharing my opinions these days. I don’t know if that’s sanity or cowardice. More the latter, I suppose.
I know our world is divided, and I selfishly wish it wasn’t, so I could feel less distance between myself and some of the people I Love. I’m sure they are feeling the same about me, and all those that they Love.
It has all turned so complicated. And, at the very time in my life where “life is short” feels less like a saying and more a threat…I’m feeling bound to join this conversation while I still have time (he muttered to himself, half-jokingly…).
I saw, with my own eyes, a person who was trying to help…using his Love, and losing his life because he did.
I feel the need to say that because If I was there, I would hope that I would have done nothing differently.
I know, in my heart that he—like many of us do, now—held up his phone because he felt like something wrong was happening before him.
And, I would have felt the same.
If that had been me, I would not have been an “agitator” or a “terrorist”…I know what that is and what those actions mean…I would just be trying to help. I doubt he even thought about it before he jumped in. I pray I wouldn’t have.
Inside my heart…my fellow man or woman, is endlessly more important than power or government, if that power is acting immorally. And I know that what happened was immoral.
We all know the result of injustice fueled by power. We all do. That will always make good people angry.
But I dont believe he was even angry, he just tried to help.
It’s snowy and beautiful here where I am, but all I feel is sad and discouraged.
I Love this country, this world, and everyone in it. I hate that it has become this complicated, but I hope and pray we find a path through it more driven by Love of one another. Because, dammit, we ROCK.
