Come Together

"Why did it happen?"

"...I don't know."

"But why, Dad? Why did someone do something like that?"

"I don't--"

"Why would someone do something like that?"


[I don't know. I really, really don't.]

. . .

I woke up to the echoes of gun shots this morning. And much like you; I'm having a hard time believing any of 'this' is real.

...Because 'this'? 'This' isn't some normal type of wound. 'This' isn't the type of thing you put a band aid over. 'This' is something that will fester and decay if we turn our eyes away from it. 'This' wound...? 'This' horrible thing we woke up to this morning - 'this' mark can become a crater.

That is, unless we come together over 'this'.

Not just as a nation - not just as a union of people with collective differences - but as human beings. Because where the hell is humanity when you wake up to over 58 deaths? Because where the hell is humanity - where the hell are we - when kids are going to school today pretending that 'this' is all static...? Blindly accepting between the clank of their cereal bowl that 'this' is just all part of, "the world we live in today." 

Look, reader - let's just crack the fourth wall here and get on with it.....

I get it. I really do. Tensions are high. Each new week seems to breed a new fear. And that's why I'm begging you not to put your head underneath the sand right now. That's why I'm begging you to squeeze my hand instead of brush it away - because we're all feeling the same thing right now.

...Because we're all human beings with hearts. And if you squeeze the person's hand next to you - you'll realize; this world really isn't as disconnected as you might think. 

Standing outside this morning got me thinking: If I did have a kid, honestly? I wouldn't lie to him or her about what happened today. "There's horrible people in this world. I don't know why, but there just are." Today's Vegas tragedy? I guess from one angle... it only further solidifies that. But, you know what? I think there's another angle too. One we might not be looking at that I'm hoping to draw out within this... well, chaos.

If we let what happened today further divide us... if we let what happened today inspire isolated anger... isolated ANYTHING... then, guess what...? We're digging a crater. We're digging something we're going to have a HELL of a hard time seeing out of someday. And I don't know about you... but, screw, "this is the world we live in today."

I want kids saying, "That was the world we lived in then, but here it is now. Here's what we're doing about it together now. Because here's what we did about it together then."