And I say this as someone who lives in a house whose roof has leaked for at least three years and has not been fixed although roof-work started [... and stopped] at the beginning of summer and as someone who drove a car with a busted-up headlight for nearly six months this year after my 'deer incident' as there were no replacement parts available.
But I know it's not really the same thing. My dejection is because how that is yet another nudge about how we live in a world of inequity, recognizing how huge this is, and coming to terms that it's not something I can ever begin to fix by myself.
And then on my way home I came to this crossroads (It reads: ML King Jr. Blvd and Malcolm X St). That made me smile so big because sometimes I talk myself through social situations by asking myself if I want to do it "like Martin or like Malcolm?"
Dr. King's uncle was a local Lansing pastor and Minister Malcolm, of course, grew up in Lansing. A gray-ish day and an unexceptional photograph, but a good reminder of a moment that lifted me up.
3 comments:
Wow, what a cool intersection!!!
I have found myself feeling dejected about the very many young people I see lately, who are clearly addicts and suffering very much. These young people are often just holding cardboard signs around very busy intersections - which also makes me nervous, because what if they get hit by a car - and just lying in parking lots (ditto on the nervous front). I honestly don't know what to do. I don't know how best to help. It's very sad.
Take those moments where you can get them.
Nicole--same here. Usually not very young though. Cash and a conversation are usually welcomed, but I'm never convinced that it is the "right" thing and of course it's NOT enough to just do that...
StephLove--certainly! That's probably my motto these days.
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