There is Always Hope
In life there are times that it is easy to become cynical or disenchanted. As the world evolves or devolves, depending on your perspective, we are surrounded by events that make you stop and ask why.
From the dehumanizing of human life by the rhetoric of individuals at Planned Parenthood; talking about life in terms of “17 Weekers”, or causally speaking about harvesting body parts from aborted fetuses and then discussing candidly about selling these parts for between $30 and $100 per specimen while sipping wine and eating salad. When you hear them speak of these parts – legs, arms, livers, hearts and thoraxes – you realize, if left alone, this fetus with a beating heart would have developed into a little baby boy or girl.
I understand that abortions are legal at this time in our country, and I also accept that research using fetal tissue has led to medical breakthroughs. But where are we as a society if we can so casually talk about which parts of a fetus to crush in order to preserve hearts, lungs, livers and heads, because of their market demand, without losing pieces of our humanity along with our dignity? Where are we as a culture when in one perspective there is such enraged contempt for a heartless hunter that killed a beloved lion in Africa, but that same culture sits passively by and ignores the dispassionate open marketplace mentality of the selling of body parts of fetuses by an organization that receives millions of dollars in taxpayer dollars annually?
Then there is the Democratic presidential candidate and former Governor of Maryland Martin O’Malley, who apologized for saying in his speech at a recent Netroots Nation event “black lives matter, white lives matter, all lives matter.” For uttering those simple and poignant words, Black Lives Matter protesters shouted him down. Can you imagine that a person would be compelled to apologize for believing, much less saying, that all lives matter? Not only did he apologize, he capitulated to such a degree that during his apology he avoided saying “white lives matter” and “all lives matter,” only referring to them as “those other two.” I understand that the event was to put a spotlight on the believed notion that a disproportionate amount of black men being stopped by police are being killed just for being black, rather than any action on their part. But in our society has political correctness reached such a fevered pitch that we have to apologize for acknowledging that all lives matter in that situation? Why can’t we start the conversation with a unification as Americans that all lives, no matter the race, matter? Why can’t we have a conversation of how the innocent lives should and need to be protected, while the guilty should be held accountable for their actions, no matter the situation?
Then we have the avoidable and tragic situation where a suspected Islamic Extremist, gunned down five unarmed U.S. servicemen. I understand there is an antiquated law on the books that needs to be amended, but we trust our brave soldiers with millions of dollars worth of weapons on foreign lands to protect our country and freedoms. Why don’t we allow these same U.S. servicemen and women to wear a very affordable sidearm to protect themselves in their own country? The enemy has shown it will bring its treachery to our shores yet there are some that continue to believe that the threat is insignificant. There is nothing insignificant about a U.S. servicemen and women losing their lives because their government doesn’t trust them. Their lives matter, let’s give them the support they need to prove it!
As you can see, it is easy to become cynical and disheartened in this crazy world of ours. But then the beauty and wonderment of living in a small town is brought to the forefront and makes you appreciate humanity once again. Sometimes that realization comes in a simple gesture, like what happened Tuesday at The Pierce County Tribune. The scenario was one of our elderly citizens came to Rugby thinking a certain establishment would be open. To her dismay, it wasn’t. She came to the Tribune to see if we could assist or knew why they weren’t open. She patiently waited with us to see if the services she was seeking would become available. An hour or so later, to her dismay, she was informed that the person she was waiting for was detained and wouldn’t be in town anytime soon. She was fretting on what she should do, with a ride not readily available. That’s when my faith in humanity, and my love of small towns, availed itself. Rugby Postmaster Terry Osse, who came to the Tribune to notify us of an upcoming event, unequivocally and without hesitation offered his services to this damsel in distress and offered to give her a ride home, which she gladly accepted.
What an altruistic gesture by Terry, an act of generosity and care for a fellow person for no other reason than to be nice. It is acts like that, which happen everyday in small towns across this country, that truly give you a greater appreciation of life and humanity, no matter what is happening in the world around us. It was a pleasant reminder that there is always hope.
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