At the end of my fingertips, every day, there is a story. I
see, I feel, I think, I write.
I could take the next 500 words to expound on
what I feel about the media’s obsession with terrorism.
I could take the next
510 words to paint a picture of what I think about the business of racial
profiling that I see every single day in the news, when the media giants decide
what is the most important story and suck the marrow out of it.
I could add another 500 words to express my opinion and disgust
for how we are drawn to the major news stations each day with a really good cup
of coffee, and where we seek and find a stirred and foul pot so full of the bad
and the ugly that it makes us bitter.
Many of us come
away with an empty cup, convinced there is absolutely no kindness anywhere, no
smiles, no happiness, no friendship, no goodwill, no simple humanity, nor
hope.
I don’t have “cable.” Call me naïve, it’s okay. (I learned a long time ago that what others think about my
choices is their “stuff” and not mine.)
I woke up one morning in mid-2012 excited that I was
planning a trip to Wales, U.K. and the television news gurus were spouting at
the mouth about how dangerous it was to fly.
All of the bad and scary news immediately robbed me of my
excitement about my trip abroad and I was drawn deeper into the fray. From inside
my heart leapt my joy--exchanged in an instant for fear, trepidation, and
suspicion. Absolute joy sucked out—and replaced by the second-guessing of
“living” for the “what if” of dying. That is when I turned the television off.
Yet I’m not stupid. I know the world has a tremendous amount
of chaos and angry disruption and unthinkable days that bring many of our innocent
fellow earth dwellers to an end far short of their expectations. Despite the
fact that I don’t have a intravenous line to cable television, I am not
clueless. I am not heartless, and I am not ignorant of “what is.”
But, despite all of it, I will not respond in a conversation
that begs the question “What is this world coming to?” That way of thinking is a
direct result of too much media influences and be sure of this—the big guns—the
mainstream media—capitalize on shock value and they are winning.
And if you are going to spew out negative comments about the
Syrian refugees and immigrants who will be given a chance at a new life in this
great country within the next few weeks—I, for one, will not fuel that
conversation either.
Unless you grew from an amoeba at the river’s edge—we are
all the lucky stock of immigrants who long ago came from lands of unrest and
poverty to find a better life.
Welcome home.
To paraphrase the best sayings of the moment;
Shut off the television. Dance, sing, and talk to strangers.
Smile at everyone. Say “thank you” to someone who doesn’t expect it. Love, and
make it count. Take chances. Spend a lot time with kids, laugh every chance you
get.
Help someone in need. Help others, again and again and for Heaven’s sake, be
positive.
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