Dear Alison (and friends),
I really hoped today, the day I wrote my first letter to you in months, would be about something special, something amazing, something that would make the world (or at least our readers) stop and take notice, but today, like many days, in 2017 has turned into something else, hasn't? It is another day of mourning. Another day of utter and complete devastation.
Natural disasters.
Human disasters.
All disaster boiled down into newsflashes on our smartphones, a 140 character tweet, a news briefing on FB. Short snippets that are supposed to encapsulate the loss, fear, hunger, and pain felt by millions of people. I still can't believe that each of these individual events has affected millions of people. Each one.
I didn't write this letter to say, "It'll get better," because I really don't if it will. I won't pretend that I have a crystal ball that promises everyone the worst is behind us or that I can wave my magic wand and clear away all the bad and make way for the good.
There is good going on in every corner of the world. There is good going on even today in Las Vegas, Puerto Rico, Texas, Mexico, Florida... Families are being reunited. Rescue workers are wrapping up survivors in blankets and telling them they are safe. People are taking it upon themselves to get food and water to people who need it because there is no island too far away.
Distance is only what we allow it to be.
So is kindness and love.
I really hoped today, the day I wrote my first letter to you in months, would be about something special, something amazing, something that would make the world (or at least our readers) stop and take notice, but today, like many days, in 2017 has turned into something else, hasn't? It is another day of mourning. Another day of utter and complete devastation.
Natural disasters.
Human disasters.
All disaster boiled down into newsflashes on our smartphones, a 140 character tweet, a news briefing on FB. Short snippets that are supposed to encapsulate the loss, fear, hunger, and pain felt by millions of people. I still can't believe that each of these individual events has affected millions of people. Each one.
I didn't write this letter to say, "It'll get better," because I really don't if it will. I won't pretend that I have a crystal ball that promises everyone the worst is behind us or that I can wave my magic wand and clear away all the bad and make way for the good.
There is good going on in every corner of the world. There is good going on even today in Las Vegas, Puerto Rico, Texas, Mexico, Florida... Families are being reunited. Rescue workers are wrapping up survivors in blankets and telling them they are safe. People are taking it upon themselves to get food and water to people who need it because there is no island too far away.
Distance is only what we allow it to be.
So is kindness and love.
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| My little one wrote this when she was 7. I believe this statement with every fiber of my being. |
When I imagine Earth, this what I see. Be kind. Be caring. Be loving.
We will overcome. That I can promise you.
Write on,
Kim