It has been a long time since I have ventured out into the world for anything, but visiting the doctors. I have lived a good long life.
But now the actions of my youth arecatching up to me.
I never really expected to live this long, of course every one that lives to be my age say’s that. In my case it is true I won’t say that I lived
without regard for life and limb, I knew the risk I took but oh, the fun I had.I got to see things and do things that most people dream about.
Nothing scared me.
I was invincible, at least I thought so.So there were many trips to the medicine cabinet and emergency room. I traveled a lot and I saw things
that would make your hair curl your hands sweat, mouth get dry. Whether it is from excitement, fear, or joy would be up to you to decide.I have
also lived long enough to see the good and bad in mankind. From the My Lai massacre in Viet Nam, to the landing of men on the moon, from
the Berlin wall falling, to the election of the first black President and many things in between. Every time I watched or participated in these events
and others, too many to mention by name. I would stand in awe.
The one thing I saw, in everything that happen was the hero, the Good Samaritan, the right man in the right place at the right time. No matter what
the case: fires, earthquakes,bombing, spree shooting, would run toward the disaster not away from it. This man, woman, in doing this, either shamed
people or made their humanity rise to the surface rise to the occasion. Then the overall group of would come together and forgetting the color of their
skin, their beliefs, their wealth or poverty,they pulled together for the good of mankind.
Mankind was the better for it. For that one fleeting moment, the world was one and anything was possible, but all too soon the moment would pass and
we would be at each other’s throats again, shouting, and raising our fist against each other.The dream of mankind entering the bright light of reason and
brotherhood passed into darkness.
Why do I write this? Do I not have a “bully pulpit” to preach from, no rooftops to shout it from? No for I am the one you passed in the street and ignored as
insignificant, if you thought of me at all. I have no special look or position. If I ran for office my past would rise up and give the opposition more than enough
ammunition to shoot me down. The best I can do is write this blog. It where I can and hope that the right people read it, I know it is like hunting a mouse with
a shotgun filled with buckshot.
My college professor told me to always, when writing a paper of injustice or mankind’s inhumanity of men to men. That you should always end with a way out
of the darkness and into the light something that would make it right. What is the answer to be learned? I am not sure there is one. That being said I do have a
suggestion,in a book by Catherine Ryan Hyde is a plan to make the world a better place, in 2000 they turned the book into a movie. In essence the story line was
to do a favor for three people without a thought of getting anything in return; in fact they should be people you do not know. When you do those favors and they
say thank you, tell them to just pay it forward and do something for three other people that they do not know, but need help. People will laugh at this suggestion;
they will ridicule you for even thinking about it. However, just imagine if we all did this, nothing big, just a small thing if it is the best you can do. What type of
world would we wake up to if this was done?