It would be interesting to discover how many children who waited in vain for a hero to come and save them became heroes themselves.
I bet a whole lot of children who were neglected, abused or assaulted decided to create a better world for someone else.
Decided to right the wrongs done to them by stepping in to make sure history didn’t repeat.
Rewrites the story for someone else.
There’s comfort in that for me
If you are indignant about people kneeling is silent protest but not about the inequalities in this country, ask yourself why.
As a kid I remember being taunted with “dirty Jew” and other phrases. But I have a choice, I’m white, no one needs to know I’m a minority. Though to be honest, I “look like a Jew” with kinky hair and olive skin. People with skin other than beige have no choice. We shouldn’t have to try and hide our heritage.
Everyone pontificating about the sanctity of the national anthem should stop for a moment and think about worrying about your child every time they left the house just because they are a minority.
Just think about it,
And then get off your soap box so you can help fix this damned mess
1000 have died in floods this summer in India, Pakistan, Nepal and Bangladesh.
Who knows how Houston will recover, I mean the poor not the rich. Who gives a crap what ethnicity is helping what ethnicity there?
Wild fires are searing Canada and the western United States. Our sun is apocalyptic orange due to the smoke.
It is the responsibility of everyone to stop being part of the problem. At least stop using devisive words. Remove “Snowflake” and “Trumper” from your vocabulary.
If we all put as much effort into helping instead of hating, life would get a lot better for a whole lot of people.
Reinvest your energy.
My husband died of a brain tumor 19 years ago. This was one of his favorite sayings.
When I feel as though I’m in a slog-fest with bits, pieces or the entire world I remember this…. and him
It is our duty as humans to care.
Years ago there was a woman in my life who could no longer see a purpose in staying alive. She was really just an acquaintance but I was her choice of lifeline. For months she would call five to ten times a day sometimes pleading with me to permit her to die.
Of course I beseeched her to seek help and eventually I contacted her brother,though I had sworn not to. Time and medication stabilized her and I was no longer needed. But it taught me never to look the other way, to always speak up and offer assistance.
What about you?
Can you help?
Do you need help?
Text 741741 suicide hotline
Poisonous gas Intentionally killing humans,
The perpetrators of this atrocity deserve the unspeakable
Have we learned nothing?
2017 terrifies me and not much does
But this year…. so many unknowns that could terribly impact the most vulnerable among us.
So I will drown out the hate and bias with a quiet militancy.
Come and join me
A counselor used to say to me “anger is just sadness masquerading ”
We could say the same of fear pretending to be hate.
Interesting perspective for all the jerks who have oozed out of the cracks since November
Or the fear of it, with certain things
In a few areas
Make my blood run cold
Haunts my nights
It’s the monster under the bed