America lost last night.
I have never seen so many racist and rude comments about the actual situation and personal attacks on those who disagree with each other as I did on social media yesterday and today.
In my opinion, there is a terrifying circle of violence occurring and I’m not sure how to make it cease. Unfortunately in today’s society, it seems that if someone is in a confrontational situation with a black male, it is considered acceptable not only to harm him, but to kill him. Even if he isn’t armed. Even if he didn’t initiate it. To me that’s terrifying. I look at my husband and son and pray they are never in that type of situation. I pray that people will erase their fear and instead see potential and passion in the hearts of these boys and men.
It’s equally terrifying that we have a society of people who feel very unvalued, oppressed and unheard. While their actions of looting are not excusable, it’s apparent they are calling out for help and change and unsure of how to do it. As horrific and embarrassing as their actions are, as threatening as they may seem, they are not going out killing people. They do not deserve to be killed. How do we help them feel valued as citizens with equal rights, protection and opportunity as others?
Anyone who says that racism does not exist in the “United” States of America, needs to wake up. It’s here and there’s no current working solution to help it improve. Hate is clear and present. I am truly blessed to have a diverse group of friends throughout the nation, but we ALL have a long way to go. Is it possible for us to heal – together?
No Dial Tone
I’ve seen it before with some of my friends. They run around looking like their head is cut off and never seem to have it quite all together. Many of these friends of mine have kids (plural) and always seem a little bit frazzled.
Earlier this week Maximus and I went out to eat with some of my former colleagues. He slept the entire time. We went to the bank. He slept the entire time. We just had one more stop before going home and it was a quick stop to a small baby boutique. For some reason, Maximus doesn’t always like the car and he starts crying – loudly – and won’t quit until you pick him up (which is impossible to do while driving). In route to the store, the drama started. When we arrived, I took him out of the carrier and walked with him inside. We made a purchase and headed home. I could tell him was hungry, so as soon as we walked in our room, I pulled out the milk factory and all was good.
I looked for my cell phone and couldn’t find it. I looked in the diaper bag (I can’t believe I now carry around a diaper bag!) and it wasn’t there. I looked in the car – not there either. So now I start to worry. From my house phone (thank God for still having a land line) I call my cell phone. It went straight to voicemail. I tried two more times and had the same results.
Crap! Please don’t tell me I Iost my phone and someone else has already started using it. Although I knew the phone could be replaced, I hated that many of Maximus’ undownloaded newborn pics were saved on it. I called the Baby store and they didn’t see a phone. I asked them to check the parking lot. They saw nothing. Oh me oh my! Had my iphone gone to phone heaven?
I decided to take fate in my own hands and drive back to the store (it was only five minutes away). I looked at my parking spot, which now had another car parked. Underneath the car I could see my red phone case. ALLELUIA! I picked up the phone and although it wasn’t crushed, you could tell it was melting from the heat. Luckily oh luckily it just needed a little TLC and air conditioning and worked just fine.
Lesson learned: Don’t give up hope too easily. Even when you think all is lost, take that one extra step to give it your all. Just because someone has taken your spot (like the other car did my parking spot) doesn’t mean that your opportunity is lost. And the most important lesson learned – iphone cases are everlasting gifts from God!