I went to bed last night worried about the pup and whether I should take her to the vet. I woke up to news of the worst shooting in American history. (Ironically, by one death at the time, but don’t want to miss that headline do we?)
What do you say? How do you react to the fact that we live in a world where one single individual can kill more than fifty people and injure more than four hundred? And does so.
A world where members of our own country are neglected and dying because they’re not white enough or not American enough to warrant help or attention.
A world where two bombastic fools keeping push one another closer and closer to war.
A world where standing up for the freedom to protest triggers a level of hate and vitriol that’s so extreme you wonder how different your experience of the world is from your neighbor’s.
I don’t know what to say. To any of it.
I don’t know how you “fix” this. My mind runs like a hamster in one of those stupid little wheels trying to find a solution to a problem I’m not sure anyone can solve.
Earlier this week I had a friend tell me with absolute certainty that they expect they’ll die of the cancer they’re fighting. A year from now or ten, they expect this will be what kills them.
What do you say?
How do you acknowledge their experience of their illness and their choices with respect to that illness while still trying to encourage them to see that the path their life will take is never certain?
What do you say? (The wrong thing, most likely, because there is no right thing to say in a circumstance like that, no magic set of words that will thread that line.)
Yesterday I tweeted a part of a quote from Ilona Andrew’s blog, but I want to share more of that paragraph here: