April 15, 2013. This might be this first Tax Day I don't actually give a rip about taxes thanks to whomever decided to bomb Boston. Yep. It takes an absolute globe-shaking event, the kind where an 8-year-old is killed while waiting for his dad to cross the finish line of a life-changing marathon, to make the world forget... it's Tax Day.
Crap.
I can't believe this world has turned to such, to quote my dad, crap. I can't turn on the tv without making sure the kids aren't in the room. I fear they'll catch a glimpse of the reality of the world and not want to face it. "Here kids... Here's what we're giving you!" We are tearing one another apart, inside and out (if you consider the quality of the food in America) and that's what we're leaving our kiddos. I am sick over it. But, I am not radical or liberal or poster-making enough to go and stand for it. My shoes MUST have tall heels so I can't stand for hours to picket (I'm only 5"2 for Pete's sake). I am a writer. So, I am going to start reading more about what to do. And then I'll write more letters. Will I stand and picket? Nah. Not me. But... I can write a mean letter and I can read myself under the table.
Folks, we all need to find out strengths and hone them. Whatever it is you do well, contribute that quality to the community. Share yourself. I think it might be time we start working as a team. If nothing else, we might not feel so helpless. Okay, I won't feel so helpless. Today, I feel helpless. I am sad for Boston. I am sad for those people. I can hardly run to the end of my street without collapsing. I can only imagine the sheer success I'd feel if I made it to the Boston Marathon. I'd be a winner just be being there. Then, that dream would be exploded. Literally. I can't fathom the pain. The heartbreak and the physical pain.
So, tonight, I am remembering what I do best. I read and I write. I will find ways to use this. Find your talent and let's join together to help one another. Forget photographs on this blog. This is what it is. We are here and we need to join together to stop this already....
2 comments:
Let's face it, Jen. You write and you write. Reading doesn't come into it. (Okay, I couldn't resist.) Still, I love this post, though not as much as I love you. I'm so bummed about partisan EVERYTHING that I don't get too political online. Unless it's apolitical or politically incorrect—fact: political incorrectness keeps us sane—I believe this as much as idiots believe that everyone—whether his IQ is 5—should have a gun. This means I REALLY believe this. Still, joining together? It's been a while since this country did that. Also, you look 5" 3 in socks. I love you.
I will continue to read what you write, and my heart will be comforted.
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