Joy inevitably comes
Like you, I was glued to the television watching the bombings in Boston.
The first thought that came to mind were words I can’t print here, but they rhymed with “mothers that drive trucks.”
My second was: The people that point and the people that run in. Around every tragedy, you will find the people that point and the people that run in.
The people that point are the ones that use a tragedy to push their own personal agendas: Religious, political, or simply, look at me because I will be different than all the others because I need to be noticed.
Regarding this pointing, on FB I had a two guys talk about all the people that die in Afghanistan and that it somehow means we shouldn’t mourn the people here. But that was pretty much the extent of it.
How many did you have? Make note of those people. Those are the ones that want, desperately, to be heard.
Regarding the people that run in, that was on full display that day as Patton Oswalt eloquently noted. It gives me some hope for our kind. I hope he’s right that that the people that run in outnumber the others. The ones that harm. The ones that point.
Today, I’m 40.
Had this whole long rant about being so old and creaky but instead, let me simply sum it up by saying this: I’m old and I’ve seen a lot more things than I’ve ever wanted to see.
The fact that I’ve only had two really stomach turning posts on FB since this thing happened is a small indicator, I think, that I’ve managed to have more good souls than not in my corner of the world.
Years ago, wrote about Bernard Malamud who said that Life is a tragedy full of joy.
Having been on this planet for 40 short and long years, I’ve learned that tragedy inevitably comes, but the joy also comes.
And so I wait for the joy. Hope you do as well.
And like every year on (or close to) my birthday, I ask you to wish me a happy birthday, all of you bastards that read me and never say anything.
Here’s my stupid mug at almost 40. I would have taken one recently but I’ve been beat.
Location: with family in my slice of the world
Music: Don’t you keep me waiting for that day
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