Yet I turn my eyes away from and I even condone others who do this same as I abhor. I praise and support and even feel pride for ones that I know have exactly exacted this type of violence against humanity and say.... we are justified. Are we justified when the child spills a glass of milk? Are we justified when the elder stumbles breaking a dish? Are we justified if a woman does not have a perfect meal on a table at the perfect time? Are we ever really justified?
Is not a life being ended by another person murder? When is murder not murder. We, I believe, are very confused.
These are the questions that I ask myself then turn away, adjust the temperature on my thermostat then pour another coffee to go about my day as if these things are not as real as the bruises that I see upon my neighbors body after her husband's anger.
it is overwhelming sometimes to see what we do to each other. we're all human. simple acts of kindness do make a difference. your neighbor may not expect or want or need you to fix her life for her, but you can smile at her, ask her genuinely how her day is. and maybe that's one thing she can hold onto that will help get her to her next day.
ReplyDeleteThank you Meghan... your comment means so very much to me. You are appreciated. Yes my neighbor.... we talk often, laugh much, share tid bits of our day and yes she knows how I feel but also that I respect her decisions regarding her own life. I also have a friendly relationship to her husband and even though I am American and not prone to conformity he smiles and waves and is friendly. Ok here is the story behind that. My friends husband told me not to mow my yard a few days ago and demanded to be able to do this for me. He even pounded on his chest and said firmly, "I do it!" They are from the middle east so the culture is quite different. I waited patiently for 3 days and on the 3rd day mowed the yard. He demanded to know why because he was going to do it. I laughed and explained that he is just to busy to worry with my yard and to get over it while smiling and laughing in a merry way. He began to laugh at how American women are so joyously disobedient. All the while my friend (his wife) watched this exchange with great curiosity. I absolutely adore this entire family and it is a pleasure to know them. To judge any other is wrong, yet I judge for the sake of doing self analysis so even in this I find personal hyprocisy. Perhaps I judge myself the hardest? In what other way can I make my own personal decisions then refuse to bend when others say that it is right to bend when in my heart I know it is wrong?
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