Life is valuable and important…well, not that I
am Albert Eisnstein or Sister Theresa, but
this small piece of sand on the beach thinks
that this journey of breathing, feeling, and
interacting with others carries impact. My
story is simple, born in Omaha, Nebraska I
was a Midwest person until I moved here to
CA to help my father after he had a stroke.
My experience with myself and with others
is that for some great reason the survival
instinct wins out. Oh yes, hard times, but
enough mental and emotional energy to keep
going forging out of the crucible of the given
that which makes sense and which relates in
this given way to the moment. What is it, to
say that another person doesn’t count for anything good? What is it to discount the force of nature and soul? What is it to think and believe that darkness holds the upper hand?
I was in Oklahoma City at the time of the bombing. I went to the site, milled around
and talked to the people. One woman, of elderly persuasion bombed out of her apartment near the Murah building said…
I will not let McVey get me. How’s that for
embracing life in the midst of tragedy. How
about that kind of spirit to send any of us
forward keeping our chin up and our heart in
good place for life, and even for death!
I say, let us not be sidetracked by hate,
prejudice, sickness or disease. Let us not be
boxed in by others and their deceits, lies,
or attempts at manipulation. Go with perspective, self understanding, compassion,
energy to have this day be a fine day. Thank You.
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