Here is a pic of my husband and me taken on our riverboat cruise last Friday night in Minneapolis.
I love this photo. It's a nice one of the two of us - just enjoying each other on a Mississippi Riverboat and a welcomed, albeit quick vacation together with our sweet family of 6. I sort of just want to post it. Yet, I think it also tells the story of who we are.
I guess you could say we're midwestern to the core. I was raised on a farm and a small college town in South Dakota and Missouri. As a teenager, we moved to 'the big city' --- Kansas City, to be exact. I am not radical. I am not even political. But I do care about what is happening in our country. And I would like to have my voice heard. I don't think that is really occurring in our country today. Perhaps those with differing views say they haven't had a voice before, so now they do. Does that mean it's OK to take mine away as you find yours? I am not an angry mob. I am not an organized protestor. I am an American with a voice.
Do you have one, too? Regardless of what you believe and how it aligns or differs with mine, write a letter to your representatives. Mine don't actually represent my views. But if enough of us write, it can make a difference. Don't sit idle and wait to see what happens in September. Hand write a note to your congressmen & women and your senators. If we don't, we have added nothing to the conversation.
6 comments:
Well said my dear friend.
You are right, regardless of what we believe, if we don't speak what we believe, we have no one to blame but ourselves!
We were driving by the junior high when people were arriving. Everyone was dressed nicely. That HUGE parking lot was filled and people were walking across the main road to the event. We noticed because there were so many people. The scary thing about mob mentality is that it can begin anywhere at any time. Lollapalooza 1991 was enough to keep me on my toes. I can no longer be in a crowd of people without being aware of the energy around me.
I guess my point is this. I didn't see anyone enter that building that struck me as someone who would incite a problem. And I'm not even sure it's about having your voice heard. I think that it was about whats been brewing among all of us, everyone who has been touched by this economy. People who who may have voices. Who have been screaming as loud as they can, and who still aren't heard. Just like the under 5 crowd, if they can't be heard, they will be seen.
I feel for them. For all of them. I wish I knew what the answer was. I'd even settle for SOMEBODY knowing what the answer is. The idea that it could happen in a Jr. High so close to us, that we'd make national news, just makes me sick. Think about how lost, how desperate you have to be to live that close to the edge of control?
The worst part is that once their words turn to violence, the crediblity of their words is lost. I just can't help but think that it's not an us/them thing. If I had to guess, there's a good chance that at least someone out there is trying to figure out how they did what they did that night. How they lost control. It breaks my heart. And it makes me think about my own control. Are we really that different?
Once again, you really made me think. *smiles* Thank you.
I couldn't agree more with you friend!
BTW- I LOVE LOVE LOVE the pic - alone time is soooo important! Glad you two were able to have it!
I hate to admit it but I have a feeling this isn't going to get much better the closer we get to making a final decision. There is so much I would like to say about this but I feel myself almost forced into silence because of who my husband used to work for. (Clears the throat)
All I know is I don't want someone else making decisions for me. I want to have my own voice re. my health and that of my family. That's what I call a personal and a patient's human right.
Thanks for the reminder to write a personal note to my representative. You are right we need to excercise our voices.
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