How many times do we need to wake up to the news of another mass shooting? Enough. This isn’t a gun issue, rather a mental health issue. Our country is failing miserably to identify and help those suffering from mental illness. A large percentage of our homeless population has mental health issues. The only place they get help is in an emergency room or a jail cell. Neither is the right place to treat these individuals.
After 9/11 there was a campaign on “see something say something.” We need the same response to address mental illness. Violent or bizarre behavior needs reporting. Threatening messages and rants on social media must be noted. Local law enforcement should be alerted. The shooter in Texas was a ticking time bomb.
Our nation is founded on protecting individual liberties. People should be able to ride our bike paths, go to concerts, go to nightclubs and worship without fear. It might be impossible to stop them all, but we can do better. Our government needs to stop wringing their hands and pointing fingers every time one of these shootings occurs.
Common sense tells me our founding fathers did not intend for an average citizen to carry assault weapons, multiple ammunition clips and tactical gear. Our police and military are the only ones who need those weapons and protection. Individuals do have the right to own guns, just not those weapons.
I pray for every single victim, family member, first responders and medical personnel dealing with these horrific, senseless tragedies. And to Washington politicians I say, “get off your partisan asses, come together and fix this.”
Have you ever hit your thumb with a nail repeatedly? Then resolve to stop doing whatever made your thumb feel like a rewarding target. I have. It isn’t hard to learn a lesson and swear to make a better choice. Unless apparently you are in Washington D.C. and running our country.
Early on I learned not to bite the hand that feeds me, unless I assumed responsibility for feeding myself. A goal I adhered to and still do. My integrity has never been or ever will be conditional. Whatever I spend I earned, legally. Borrowing or charging without paying off the balance before incurring interest payments isn’t an option.
No, in my younger years I made some bad choices and paid for them and paid for them ad nauseum. Now I make better choices because I’ve learned from my youthful follies. What in the world is wrong in Washington? Is wasting other people’s money okay? Not in my world. Yet, once again we have another special council prosecuting bull shit. Whitewater, Russian collusion are all a waste of our hard-earned money.
Tax overhaul? We need an integrity scan.
My daughter is on her own now and making her way in this world. She attends college, works part time and still calls home when she needs a hand. Usually, it’s a monetary infusion. Ask any mother and they’ll tell you when your child’s number shows on the screen you answer.
We let them go so many times in life. Their first steps, kindergarten, summer camp, the keys to the car, and college. Each with equal measures of joy and trepidation. When they are young, we hover ready to swoop in. Once they leave home we pray. Knowing they don’t want us to hover. Trusting they’ll make good decision and if not knowing God has their back.
Eagles make their nests high up, so they can push their young out when it’s time to fly. Penguins push their young off the ice to force them to swim. Cows and horses nudge their young to their feet knowing their wobble legs will hold them to nurse. They trust in the natural order of things.
Animals have it right. They know their young will soar, swim, or walk. Do humans have the same confidence? This is no easy question. Did I trust her to walk and talk and talk… yes. Do I believe she is her own person and a good one? Yes, I do. Do I wish she’d find her way sooner than later? My answer is the same. Yet, I know her path is the one she will follow and I trust God watches over her. She may be out of sight, but never from my heart.
Have you laughed enough lately? In challenging times, it’s hard to find humor. Gallows humor maybe, but side splitting laughter escapes me in the wake of Las Vegas and the California wildfires. The gravity of the tragedies sucks the air from the room. Even tears escape until I read of the remarkable recovery of one Las Vegas shooting victim. I offer my prayers knowing she will make a full recovery.
Scenes of Santa Rosa’s devastated neighborhoods are apocalyptic. Where do those people find the strength to rebuild? One can hope the power of prayer will lift them and guide them. FEMA and countless individual donations will help. These are everyday Americans. It could have been you or me. Planning helps, but doesn’t prepare anyone for the size of this destruction.
It’s time for each of us to take a moment and offer positive energy for the greater good of every single living being on this planet. We come from different countries, contents or ways of life. Yet, we each live, breathe and love. The things separating us need not define us. Sounds simple. Our collective dreams are for the best for our families. This earth is big enough to sustain everyone if we choose to untie.
I walk my two dogs every day and my Weimaraner is relentless in his search for a slow reacting lizard. We have a new batch of babies. They’re an inch long and they like to sleep on the sidewalks. I’d be horrified if I stepped on one. Travis for his part is just curious. Then we have the suicidal rabbits and ground squirrels. They dart across the busy road to eat. We flush a few from the brush when we pass. I hold my breath and pray no cars coming.
Where am I going with this? I woke up last week with a spiritual hangover. Sadness for the senseless loss of life in Las Vegas. I can’t bear to step on a lizard or see a rabbit crushed by a car. I’m heartsick over this senseless act of violence. I don’t get it and right now I’m finding it hard to pray. My spirit is sad at a soul level. I have no answers. I trust in my faith and will continue to pray for the greater good.
I woke this morning to the news of the Las Vegas shootings. My heart breaks for those who lost loved ones, were injured, or those scarred by the ordeal. I turn within and I pray for peace and healing. Anger only stokes the hatred of the people committing these terrible acts. It is past time for people everywhere to bond in prayer and create a world were random acts of violence is unacceptable.
Sound to simple? I’m no Pollyanna, just a keen observer. Whatever we are doing isn’t stopping the carnage. Calls for tougher gun control, harsher punishment doesn’t work to deter crazy people. What we must do is stop hateful speech, rhetoric and mean-spirited exchanges. When did our country loss the ability to disagree respectfully? As a people we demonize those we those we disagree with. Why? I don’t know.
What I know is we can’t let these random acts of violence change us as a country. Living in fear is not the answer. Help those in need. Serving wherever we can. Knowing the way forward is together. United in our love of God and every living sentient being. I pray for us and refuse to give in to despair.
The First Amendment guarantees ever citizen of the United States freedom of speech. Nowhere is it written or implied the speech be agreeable to all. The right to peaceable express opinions is inherent in the Frist Amendment. A right I cherish. We’re a diverse nation with many differing points of view. This is a good thing.
Listening and respecting other’s right to differ makes our country great. People who disagree aren’t silenced. Players in the NFL or any team have the right to kneel. I have the right to stand and honor the flag. Neither means we don’t respect our country. No country or person always makes the correct choice or decision.
I’ve often asked myself, what in the world was I thinking. Work to change what you disagree with and support what you like. Disparaging others only widens the divide. It’s long pasted the time to come together in respectful dialogue. I urge everyone to turn down the rhetoric and tune up your ears. Listen.
“He who forgets history is doomed (or condemned) to repeat it, by George Santayana. I’m old enough to remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. In October of 1962 the Soviet Union placed missiles on Cuba in response to U.S. missiles in Italy and Turkey. Then President Kennedy blockaded Cuba until the Soviet Union removed the missiles. The U.S. ended the blockade and removed the missiles in Turkey. Avoiding the possibility of a Third World War.
Are we on the brink again with North Korea? The entire world is holding its collective breath waiting to see what North Korea will do next. The United Nations meets this week to continue to discuss options for dealing with North Korea. Whatever decision the safety of the entire world hangs in the balance.
Dramatic, no a realistic assessment of a rogue nation with atomic capabilities. No one wants a nuclear war. No one wins. What the world needs to understand is what drives Kim Jong-un. World condemnation hasn’t phased him nor economic sanctions. The people of North Korea are poor and dissidents killed or imprisoned.
There aren’t any easy answers. The safety of our allies in South Korea and Japan are paramount. Threats of attacks on Guam or the continental U.S. make this a major U.S. concern. Calm, thoughtful deliberations and dialing down the rhetoric is a solid beginning. Goading a maniac like Jong-un is the wrong approach. I grew-up during the Cold War with Nikita Khrushchev threatening to bury the U.S. Today’s children should not face the same threat.
The telethon raised 44 million dollars and counting. Thank you, America. This is the country I love. We show up for each other when the need is great. The need is dire after hurricane Harvey and Irma. There is no natural disaster we cannot overcome.
Can we also unite to overcome small thinking? Mean spirted thinking? The answer is yes. We are all children of a higher power. None of us better than another. We need each other for the trials and tests we cannot predict. It is past time to but our human opinions and prejudices aside. We show time and again we are bigger than our differences.
Step up America if we cannot who can? No more divisions over race, religion, politics or gender. There is room for us all. We all wanted someone, anyone to hug after 9/11 or Sandy Hook. What are we waiting for? It’s time to step up.
September 11, a day no American will ever forget. Days like November 22, 1963 president Kennedy and April 4, 1968 Martin Luther King. The list never ends. No date in the history of our nation have so many citizens lost their lives. The number was two thousand nine hundred and seventy-seven. This number doesn’t include the hundreds of first responders who have died from exposure to toxic materials.
A staggering loss of life. Where were you? When President Kennedy died, I was at West Point on a class trip. I was sixteen when MLK lost his life. On 9/11 I watched in horror from home. Unable to absorb what I saw broadcast on every channel in the country. I prayed and still do unable to comprehend the senseless loss of life.
Sandy Hook, San Bernardino and the Pulse nightclub continued the carnage. Not one of these children and people deserved to die. I have no answers. My heart breaks at the thought. My spirit and resolve never waiver. Great love is needed to combat this hatred. As Mother Teresa stated, “do small things with great love.” As I remember, I pray for greater love and understanding for all. Namaste