If Every Day Were September 11...
I didn't personally know anyone that died on that Tuesday, September 11th 2001. But I cried like a baby. Every anniversary I watch the special reports and I love to hear the stories that breakdown the numbers into people and give them faces and talks about who they were and who they left behind. And again I'm reminded of yet another thing that unites all the races...PAIN!
Pain, sorrow, grief and guilt. None of these feelings is identified with any one race or nationality. No race of people, has the market cornered or can lay claim to feeling pain to any greater or lesser degree than the other. As the saying goes: "It Is what it Is"! We all bleed red blood and when we are in pain, it hurts.
Why does it take a catastrophe to bring us together? Not even the happiest of times or victories can do what a world disaster can. I mean, laughter does have its place and a way of making us see some of the silly things in others and ourselves. However, it's the true blue, down home pain that makes us re-think our way of living, question our past decisions and change our way of thinking about the future.
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What are you looking for?
It must be something about the finality in the loss that rekindles memories of misplaced dreams. With all the gadgets and technology to make our lives easier and chores quicker, sometimes we forget that the lesson and the fun come from the blood, the sweat and the tears of the task. We get too busy making our way through this life...to live.
Sometimes I truly believe that we have race problems in our society because it's easier to deal with than real problems that we have no control over. Like lives loss, dreams deferred, and vanishing youth. If giving the opportunity we all grow old, we realize that there are some things that we can never do because of our height, weight, our propensity to learn, or our financial position and we all must die. We have no control over that.
We do however, have control over who we choose to NOT love, not share ourselves with, not be tolerate of and who we give power to, by allowing ourselves to hate. Do you really believe that if we killed every living terrorist in the world that we would be a more loving nation? Does a person that loathes interracial couples think that they would be loved any more if you loved someone else less? Of course we all know that if they only loved themselves more...they would be more likely to be loved by more people more often.
By now you're probably saying "Leticia, you're preaching to the choir". We already know that with love comes understanding and then compassion. Together these break down the barriers that cause fear. Has anyone else noticed that we've moved from being "one nation under God" to "one nation under fear"? We are even afraid to love, for fear of pain. Now that is scary.
Of course there are no easy solutions or answers. If there were we would have no need for websites that cater to bringing people of all races together...we'd already be there. Fearless, loving and being loved by people that excite us and give us faith, for faith is just inverted fear.
Five years ago almost three thousand people lost their lives. No one was counting how many were Black, White, Hispanic or Asian. No one mentioned which ones were Christians or Jews or Gay or Straight. They were mothers and daughters, sisters and brothers, fathers, sons and friends and it didn't matter then...why does it matter now?