There once was a summer that tried to take every thing away from us. Leaders in our world, family of all ages, places that we felt were sacred, things we didn’t realize we touched as much as we did, hope, faith, strength, kindness, and the warmth of hugs. But, instead of giving in, most of us did the most radical thing we could do during this time: Kept Trying. We had professional photoshoots through windows. We held virtual music concerts and poetry slams. We constructed family meetings over FaceTime. We changed laws and lives by walking the streets with strangers. We fell in love from a distance, literally. We meditated and had church online as one, from different countries. We redecorated stores and communities with powerful artistic messages. We reinvented ourselves and the way the world has been shaped. We. Did. That.
I’ve closely watched the narratives for weeks now, and I’ve noticed the beauty in reimagining what a “hero” is on this virus-ridden planet. The selfless care of nurses, the unwavering strength of some protesters, and the thoughtfulness of teachers have all had an audience willing to thank them for what they are doing for others in need. By these unwritten rules, this should include three Black women who personified care, compassion, and strength before they were killed in a country that failed to fully exchange these same qualities to them. Breonna Taylor, Erica Garner, and Atatiana Jefferson. DISCLAIMER: I am not here to ask for chaos. But, I’m willing to respectfully check people who plead for fairness, while cashing out on forgetfulness when it involves Black people. Remove all racist stipulations and dive into your imagination with me, and imagine a nation, truly consistent in praising people who give their all to bettering our world.
As much as I would like to believe that I am completely fearless and strong in life, I sit here becoming more aware that some of my movements have been polluted with cautious thoughts for my survival.
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” That’s a quote from one of the greatest teachers of all time named Fred Rogers. My mission today is to not only seek the helpers, but to also highlight some of my favorite helpers from Apple Ridge Academy.
After living many days in Quarantine kept alive by music, I’ve picked up on the many different moods currently shown by the world. Though the moods are endless and often intertwined, there are some common ones:
DISCLAIMER: As you begin to feel like you’re entering into another cliché post thanking the “haters” for motivation, I ask you to focus more on my response, rather than the people I may never make happy. If hate is the sole reason why we’re driven, then we will miss out on the ones who are sharing love. Invite love into your heart, and you will realize happiness can inspire you more than darkness.