Accepting What Is
Those were the words spoken by my dad when the doctors told him there was nothing more they could do, and he would die within the next few hours.
He didn’t get angry; he didn’t threaten to stomp out of the hospital in a huff and run away from what was facing him. He looked us all the eyes and said: “Well, It’s been a good one.”
Sitting next to his hospital bed that day, until he took his last breath, I watched him teach me one more life lesson before he left this earth.
The lesson of graciously accepting “what is” all while being hopeful in what could be.
“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr.
How To Accept
Over the last week, I have seen people lose hope in not only our country but in each other after going through one of the ugliest elections in our history.
As I sit at my computer each day, my newsfeed is filled with people bickering and frankly, being borderline bullies because either their candidate won or their candidate lost.
The winners gloat and boast sharing videos and memes taunting the losers on how great our country is going to be now. While the losers post questions asking for clarity only to attack those who would try to share their reason for a tough decision.
There are character assassinations of friends and loved ones as debates from all sides point fingers, screaming that because of the way someone voted they then must be of the same caliber of the person they voted for.
Hope In The UnKnown
And yet every day I get up and hope today we will realize the way we are acting is only causing further division.
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.” ~ Desmond Tutu
People are angry, and threatening to move to Canada. They have given up and plan to stomp off, running away from what is ahead of us over the next four years.
My Dad would have loved the chance to fight four more years for his life.
He didn’t get that opportunity. But Americans do.
Isn’t our country worth fighting for? Aren’t the lives of our fellow Americans worth fighting for?
Don’t Lose Hope
Discrimination, racism, sexism, and all the other “hate-isms,” have overshadowed hope. Now more than ever we need to stand together and break the injustices in our country. It will be a hard fight, but don’t we all have a moral obligation to stand together and fight harder than ever?
But if we are too busy waging war on one other, how can we take on this huge battle?
We must stop the bickering and name calling.
It’s time both sides begin listening to understand instead of listening to reply. We can’t move forward if we are constantly shouting and talking over each other. We do have the ability to disagree with one another while being respectful.
Frankly, some of us should have gotten involved a long time ago or maybe more involved than just posting on social media articles of why we shouldn’t vote for the candidates. A lot of people had their minds made up months ago who they were voting for. Posting an article on Facebook wasn’t going to change many views. But maybe having healthy one on one conversations would have made a little difference.
When we see hate, we need to spread love. For years people have been demeaned, humiliated, ridiculed and hated. The LGBT community, immigrants, minorities, and sexual assault victims, have been the casualties. When we see discrimination and intolerance in action we owe it to ourselves, our communities and each other to stand up and say something.
Be the example.
Remember our children and grandchildren are watching. They are watching the news, social media feeds, and us. We are showing them how to react when we don’t get our way. We are modeling temper tantrums and bullying at heightening levels by the way we are reacting to the events over the last week. We need to teach them how to hope. We need to show them even though we may not be happy about certain results, we can show them what hope looks like.
One thing is for certain.
America did not die.
We are bruised.
We are broken.
We took a critical blow to the head, but we did not die.
And so, like my Dad showed me, on the day he died, I choose to remain hopeful.
Hopeful in my friends, my family, my community and even my country. We have gotten through turbulent times before, and I have to believe we will get through this if we determine to spread kindness, love, and understanding.