I keep hearing people say we need to do something. But no one seems to be able to agree on what that is. So we shake our heads, cry our tears, and eventually move on. I see the horrible responses to Sunday’s attack. I see the anger and hatred and rage building up in my country. Our country. And I don’t know how to stop it.
I am tired. I am tired of the anger on both sides. I am tired of hearing people slam one another over and over again. I am tired of no one in power being willing to stand up and say enough is enough and here’s what we are going to do about it.
Our leaders won’t lead. We the people need to step up.
I used to worry about interfering. Getting into business that isn’t mine. I waited until someone asked for my help. I used to worry about other parents getting angry if I stop their kid from hurting someone else’s kid. I used to only step in when MY child was in danger.
But they are all my kids.
The little boy being physically bullied at the park tonight. Mine. The little ones in Uganda who lined up to touch my arm and tell me their names. Mine. The ones who have nowhere to sleep tonight and no parents to tuck them in. Mine. They are all mine.
And they are all yours.
We belong to each other.
And we need to start living like it.