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Amen

"And what matters at the end of the day is the small things. It’s not the trivial things that so often consume us in our daily lives. It’s how we treat each other and love one another."
-President Obama, speaking to a crowd of supporters in Fort Myers, Florida, today

Some days I get so weary about what goes on the world. Today is one of those days. I could write about gun control, mental illness, violence in the media, the over-present media in general, or how society has gone to hell in a hand basket.

But I instead want to think about being compassionate, doing the right thing, and treating others as you want to be treated. I try to do those very things. Sometimes I fail, even though I so want to succeed. But as I often tell students the day after they have treated me less than kindly, every day is a new day.

Here's to tomorrow.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Yes, THIS, Facie!!! Treating each other with love and kindness can make a huge difference in this crazy world.
Facie said…
I believe it, Anonymous!
Carpetbagger said…
Well said. There will be a day for debates on guns and mental illness and a culture of violence, but now it's just "ick."

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens...a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance...a time to be silent and a time to speak. (Eccl 3)
Facie said…
Bagger: Thanks! But unfortunately, even though now may be the time to be silent, I am, once again, going to speak about something that many people are tired of hearing about.

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