“No man is completely worthless. They can all be a bad example.” – Unknown
Through the course of my life, I’ve seen walls of prejudice, bigotry, and hatred crumble and fall. It wasn’t a fast process, but gradually ideas and opinions changed, there was greater understanding and tolerance. Neither was it a painless process, and many people suffered many indignities to bring about those changes, but they believed the effort was worth it.
The past few years, more and more, I’m seeing a regression to earlier intolerance and violence. And, tragically, those whose responsibility it is to provide leadership in resisting such negative change are not only failing to step up, but often actively seem to incite it.
I don’t know what will come during the rest of my days on earth. I hope reason returns, and quickly. Until then, Thank You to those of you who refuse to fall prey to the insanity.
Thank You to those who look at the people around you and lend a helping hand when it is needed.
Thank You to those who commandeer pickup trucks to shuttle wounded to hospitals.
Thank You to those who give of their own time and money to send aid to an island in desperate straits, whose own government not only has failed them, but mocked them while doing so.
Thank You to those who waded in to help after the devastation of Texas, Florida and the numerous Caribbean islands that were unable to withstand nature’s assaults.
Thank You to those who hold doors for people, smile at the overworked person assisting you in a place of business, or offer encouragement and aid to a parent struggling with a child in meltdown.
Thank You for seeing pain and trying to relieve it as best you can. Thank You for refusing to join the mindless masses who turn a blind eye or think ‘warm thoughts’ replaces a helping hand.
We are the family of mankind. All families have squabbles, but this family needs to remember that despite the problems, we are all in this together. We all need someone and we all have something worthwhile to give.
In the past twenty years or so, it has become common for some group or another to want an apology for how their ancestors were treated by someone else’s ancestors. We should apologize to Native Americans because of what our ancestors did to them in coming to America, or apologize to descendants of slaves for their ancestors having been enslaved in the first place, or Germany apologize to the world for Nazis and Hitler and World War II.
The trouble is, what does that accomplish? It doesn’t change history one iota. More important is how we conduct ourselves now. Maybe my ancestors had slaves, or maybe they didn’t. Maybe if they did they mistreated them, or maybe they didn’t. Nothing I say or do will change that, but I can decide how I will act toward others, be they black, Native American or anything else.
If I’m going to apologize, it should be for what I did wrong, and could therefore have prevented if I made different choices. Otherwise, my apology has little meaning or effect. And I shouldn’t be wantonly doing things, thinking that an after-the-fact apology makes it “all better”, as so many public figures and celebrities do. It’s like those people who say “pardon my French” after they swear, but make no effort not to swear in the first place. The apology is simply meant to absolve them of the wrongdoing and allow them to go on their merry way.
We can do better, and should. I can do better, and will.
On the radio this morning they mentioned that Aug. 21 was the anniversary of Hawaii’s statehood.
I suddenly realized that both Alaska and Hawaii became states during my lifetime. Wow. You just always think of states as having been around forever.
‘Forever’ just got a whole lot shorter.
Just for today, let’s all try not to say anything mean, cruel, thoughtless or unkind. Then, if we survive restraining our vitriol today, we can do it again tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day, ad infinitum.
Who’s with me on this?
The season of dying electronics/appliances. Yep, plural. It never seems to be just one. Several always seem to give up the ghost around the same time. Maybe after one succumbs, the others think “well, if that electronic can die, why can’t I?”.
So, how are YOU spending your summer vacation? Me? I’ll be electronics shopping…
Last night I topped 100,000 words on the story I’m currently writing. Usually I am more of a short form writer. In fact, of all the fan fiction I’ve posted, only 4 stories have topped 50,000 words.
Not that it makes a great deal of difference for me, since I only publish in an online forum (though people do love a longer story to read). For me, the word count is determined by whatever it takes to tell the story. If it takes 6 words, then that’s it. And if it takes 500,000, then I will do that.
But for those who read my stuff, they probably shouldn’t expect many longer forms from me. It just isn’t my style, and I can say a lot in a few words.
I keep seeing this and every time I wonder. Why, on books, do they put a book title followed by “a novel”? Are they afraid we’ll think it’s a comic book? There might be some rare, specific instances when that would need to be clarified, but it seems like the bulk of the books out there any more feel they must make that absolutely, unequivocally known. Does anyone know why?
The past few years, I’ve noticed what, to me, is a disturbing trend, particularly in the workplace. Words that would never have been used in polite company now drip off the tongues of anyone and everyone, even in a professional environment. Maybe people think they are no longer ‘swear’ words, but ‘just words’. That isn’t true. The nature of the word didn’t change simply because it became allowable to use them more frequently and publicly. Somewhere along the line someone ‘uncensored’ them and the hordes have taken full advantage of that – men and women alike. But why?
It is as if they think swearing in some way validates them as a person, in their career or whatever. In truth, all it really does is offend many people around them, who are either too hampered by their own politeness to mention it, figure their comments would fall on deaf or hostile ears, or fear the many ‘laws’ that now protect people in being as offensive as they like.
Even aside from the offensiveness, I must say that it gives me a very poor opinion of those people overall. That they would willfully be crude in front of others without regard to their feelings is a strike against them. But even on a more basic level, it makes me question their intelligence and knowledge. When I hear a co-worker using the F word literally almost every other word in a sentence, I have to think, “Do you not know any other words with which to express yourself? Is your vocabulary truly that limited?” If you don’t speak any better than that in public, then I must assume that you can’t. Dressing up in business attire won’t disguise what comes out of your mouth.
Some would say (even yell) ‘Freedom of Speech’! Yes, you have the right to say what you want as I am doing here, but the sign of a mature individual is one who can control their behavior, including speech. They can determine that a professional workplace or a public place with strangers is not the place for such language that others might find offensive. If they and all their friends want to hold inane, uneducated conversations like that in private then more power to them. But a mature person would not think it appropriate to inflict that on anyone and everyone around them without regard for the other person. To do so is offensive and disrespectful.
Don’t we have enough disrespect and offensiveness in the world already without that? Perhaps now is the time to sweeten our language and thus hope to sweeten our world a little. And, as a saying goes, ‘Blessed are those who choose their words wisely, for tomorrow they may have to eat them.’
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I think one of my favorite parts of spring is spring flowers, in particular hyacinths, tulips and daffodils. They don’t last long, but they are cheery while they do, bringing color back into the world after the white/gray/darkness of winter. Of course, like many things, probably part of that enjoyment is that I grew up watching these flowers come forth each year, and even helped with planting them so they would.
I ventured out to Trader Joe’s this morning for a little shopping and they had their annual sale of daffodils going on. I hadn’t seen a flyer that mentioned they were in stock or I would have gone just for those alone. Now I have a vase of 30 stems on my table, waiting to burst into full bloom.
In the movie You’ve Got Mail, Meg Ryan’s character declares daisies to be the friendliest flower. But I believe I am with William Wordsworth on this:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils
One of the most delightful things I saw when I visited the British Isles years ago was daffodils blooming any and everywhere. In yards, in parks, in woodlands and even alongside the road.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
Indeed! I have no nearby lake, or fields and trees stretched wide around me – just my living room, but still they have that wondrous effect.
How did we get from Killer Clowns to Daffodils? Beats me. Stream of consciousness?
[If you’d like to read the full poem, see: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/45521%5D