Tuesday Treadmill Treats
In this weeks series about love and compassion, I decided to rerun this blog on the tragic shootings in Orlando. This really gets to the point of this series, that we are all the same.
A reason to bring us together
After this terrible tragedy that shook us this weekend, I wanted to take this week to write about love, compassion and tolerance for people who aren’t like you, for your brothers and sisters in the human race.
I want to try to make sense out of this senseless crime, I want to still believe that we are all good, that there are still good people in this world, that maybe just maybe we can forgot about being gay, being straight, being black, being Latino and just remember we are all human.
I want us to remember it was someone’s son, someone’s daughter, someone’s loved one, who’s life was cut down by someone’s elses intolerance.
Its amazing that even though we are different, we are truly the same inside.
Maybe it took this tragedy to open our eyes, maybe such a senseless loss of lives made us realize we are more alike than different.
That a life is a life, not a black life, a white life, a gay life, a straight life…it is a life and no body should be able to kill someone because of their differences. We are all human beings, we all all the same underneath.
That is what made this countqry so great, that people ran, they swam, they risked their lives to come here, to give their families a better life, in a country that gave them freedom.
Freedom of speech, freedom of religious prosecution, freedom to do or be anything you choose to be, if you worked hard enough.
The diversity of each culture, the food, the customs they brought with them, they made this country unique, we were all here for a better life and we embraced our differences.
Maybe I have such a open mind because I grew up in the melting pot of the world, New York where every immigrant had to come, from every country to get into the United States.
I grew up around Italians, Jewish, Indian, Irish, Iranians, Polish, you name it, we had the world’s melting pot and it was all good.
I ate all kinds of different foods, learned different cultures, I was amazed at the things they did, things we never heard of, these shared things brought us closer, our differences made us learn about them and them about us.
This created a bond of friendship because we took the time to learn about them, we took the time to learn who they truly were in their hearts, in their souls.
But somehow we lost this,
its all of a sudden “our country” and “we” don’t want outsiders in anymore.
Hello! We are all the “outsiders” all of us, our grandparents or great grandparents weren’t from here, they wanted to be here so bad, so they risked everything, started over with nothing just to be here. So you and your privileged self can have everything you have.
We no longer know about hard work, helping another human being out, about compassion, no its a all about me world now, no wonder no one is so fast to come here anymore, its not about the great speech for the Staute of Liberty:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door”
From Emma Lazarus.
So today my friends, we need to remember these words… we need to open our doors, our hearts, once again and remember we are one, we are humans, we live and breathe, we cry, we pain, we laugh, we feel joy and we have compassion…this is who we all are in our core…we are the same…
Let’s not let this tragedy be in vain….
“Be the change you want to see”
“And just when the caterpillar thought his life over…he turned into a beautiful butterfly”
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