People are good and kindness is a thing, and so on and so forth, and I’m sure some people are getting tired of me saying stuff like this (fair warning - no plans to stop).
How can we explain the physical and emotional damage one person can do to another let alone to an entire people as we’ve done in our past as a species, and then still fit it into this framework of a preset nature imprinted into our genes?
I never knew my great grandfather and only remember the occasional stories about him, but I do know that he was a working man who raised a large family with limited means, and still managed to be such a positive influence on his community that one of the few streets in this little town that isn’t named after a tree is named after him. I’m rather proud of that.
Human beings are born with an innate sense of caring for one another, whether because of a very basic need for social interaction and reliance on the group as a whole, or just the plain innocence of childhood before it’s ripped asunder by life in general.
A good friend of mine, when discussing this with me, has called kindness a muscular strength, powerful, not a weakness in any sense and one of the most intrinsic pillars of our humanity.
Today is Thanksgiving in the United States. While Canada had its in October, I was not where I am now, even though it was just a month ago (not going to question it not going to question it not going to question it), so I am co-opting theirs for my own nefarious purposes. Here is … Continue reading Thanksgiving
You’re picturing me naked, aren’t you? So anyway, flash forward to yesterday and I scroll to a news image on my Facebook feed showing the most recent police reaction to the protests at Standing Rock. Morbid curiosity being what it is, I skim over some of the comments. One in particular, a visceral and hate-filled … Continue reading Working to be a Better Person
Three things I scroll past in my Facebook feed: 1. First responder horror stories 2. Anything describing, or showing, an animal in distress 3. Nut-shot videos There’s probably more, but these are the big ones, the ones I consciously choose not to look at. That last one not because I find these offensive, but because … Continue reading Scroll On By