Look after each other
Today I’m not going to talk about William Barr or Robert Mueller or Donald Trump.
I’m going to talk about Sydney Aiello. She was a survivor of the Parkland school massacre. She took her own life over the weekend.
I’m going to talk about Jeremy Richman, whose daughter was murdered at Sandy Hook all those years ago. He, too, took his life.
I’m going to talk about those who are hurting, who are weighted down with the world’s cares, and who feel that no one cares for them, rightly or wrongly.
We’re going through a time of hurt. Evil people want to exert control and dominance over us. Eventually, it gets to be too much.
This is not a sign of weakness. This is merely the body and mind shutting down, cases of where the pain becomes too much and the alternative seems the only logical choice.
I was out of work for almost a year in the early 2000s. I won’t get into the whys and wherefores. But, several times, the thought of ending it all crossed my mind. This was before I was on drug therapy for my stutter. I felt that this malady would prevent me from ever achieving anything. Why continue, if I was just going to go fitfully on a path to nowhere?
I was lucky. I had an amazing support group. My BFF and my then-girlfriend now-wife enfolded me in their love. And that was enough.
Sometimes, as in the cases of Sydney and Jeremy, it isn’t. No matter how much love and support surrounds you, it’s not enough. It’s not your fault. It’s not their fault. It just is.
But that’s not a reason to not offer that love and attention. Always be aware of changes in those you love, or even those who you just know from around the way. A kind word, a hand on the shoulder can mean all the difference to them. A smile imbued with love can, for the moment, lift their cloud.
We are our only saviors. We save ourselves and we save others. Remember that, as we make our way in this world.
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