Sunday, December 16, 2012

Teach Your Children

  I won't bore you with the usual apologies for not posting in a while.  We're probably both a little bored with that.  I just haven't written in a while.  Stuff's been going on.  I guess foremost would be that I'm re-employed after almost nine months.  Still haven't figured out a good schedule for writing yet.  I'm up too early and home too late it seems.  And, well, to be honest I just haven't felt like it I guess.  Either that, or it's just another manifestation of this self-destructive tendency I have.  That's a post of a different color though.

  Friday around these parts was not a good day.

  No. no, let's start that over.

  Children were murdered Friday.  Some of their teachers, people who would be role models in one way or another for the rest of their lives; were killed protecting children.  I understand that most, if not all, of you reading this have already heard all about it.  I won't glorify the killers name here.  I won't wonder about his meds or his problems.  I won't recount any of the ongoing investigation.  I won't try and make you feel sad.  I won't even give out an address where to send cards or whatever.

  If the simple fact of what happened that day hasn't affected you in some way, no words I can come up with will change that one bit.

  I would like to ask you a question though.  Has this instance of violence against innocent kids changed you more than say, umm, a school bus being blown up by terrorists in Israel?  Maybe that's too remote to care about.  Maybe you're sick of the whole Middle East.  OK.  How about U.S. drone strikes that miss their target and kill children?  I know, I know.  Sorry.  Probably too distant again.  

  Now, I'm not trying to take anything away from what anybody is feeling about last Friday.  I am trying to urge you to remember whatever you're feeling the next time you hear  of children paying the price for adult problems.  Whether it's child labor, sex trafficking, or plain ol' parental abuse; no child should be ruined by the world before they have a chance to change it.  Every child has the potential to be better than you.  Better than me.  Better than the greatest person you could think of.  It's the kids who see the world fresh and new.  The kids who see  things in ways we don't.  Every child is a treasure waiting to shine for the world.

  There's something else I have to mention here too.  I remember a time when people used to say that those of us in the U.S. were so lucky not to live in a place where war and terrorism are daily struggles.  Where no one had to walk around wondering what could happen next.  Truth be told, we don't need terrorists to come here and wreak havoc.  As Walt Kelly said in his comic strip Pogo, "We have met the enemy and he is us."

  I always marvel how people are able to come together in the worst of times.  To really see the connection between us all and embrace it.  I am always left wondering why though.  Why can't we be mindful of that all the time?  Why is it only in the tough times?  When I was younger I'd always hear people wanting to feel the Christmas spirit all year 'round.  Well... Why not?  Why can't we remember all the time?

  Hey!  Wait! I know!

  I bet you could!

  Well, we could together.

  I betcha if we really put our thinking caps on we could change the world one person at a time.

  You know the old drill.  Wave to the person in the car that you think did you wrong.  Other people have to get to places just like you do.  We're all in a hurry.  Make a point of holding the door for the next person.  Yes, even if you have to wait a few seconds for the person to catch up to you.  Pay something forward if you have the funds.  Can you imagine how you'd feel finding out your meal was paid for by someone you'll never see?  There are a ton of things.  I bet you could think of something that you wouldn't mind committing to.  Something small.  You'll feel good about it.  Really.  More importantly someone else will too.

Short and sweet tonight I guess.  Something to get me back in the swing of this blogging thing.

I have to warn you about the video that follows.  There are pictures associated with it.  Some not for the squeamish.  Oh, yeah, and it's not meant as a political statement either.  Oh, you'll see.

In the words of Red Green, "I'm pullin' for ya.  We're all in this together."