It’s been almost four years since my dear friend passed away and yet, she comes to mind almost every single day. Why is that?
The truth is, I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on why she became so important to me. Why she made such a difference in my life. I suspect it was her authenticity. How down to earth she was. How honest. But I’ve known many other authentic people I barely think about.
Some people set out to make a difference in the lives of others, but with her, it just happened, in the course of her all too short life. It was natural.
Asking deep questions
We don’t set out to make a difference to others, I don’t think. Not most of us. But in this world that’s so dark, at least right now, maybe it’s something we should think about. It would be a different world if we considered how we treated others–yes, people we know but also people we don’t know.
You matter. They matter.
Here’s an example: If we wouldn’t put our own kids in cages, why is it ok to put the children of others there? What’s the impact of doing that, and if we believe that’s ok (for whatever political justification) then do we own the impact that act has on these kids and their families?
Do we see the moment when these families get that many Americans do not care about them or their children? That many do not believe in the very thing our country always has insisted we stood for?
Do we see the moment when they get that backs are turned and faces turned away?
If we really saw that moment, could we do it? Could we turn our backs?
We can make a difference, a very personal difference, on the lives of others. How we treat those we know can make a difference, but so does how we treat those we don’t know. And so do our politics.They make a difference.
What kind of difference do you—and your politics — make?
And that’s what I’m thinking about today.