Blessed by an angel
A huge "thank you" to the nice lady that came to vote at Sid McMath Library early last Friday afternoon. She inquired about what the election workers were doing about lunch. With heavy voter participation and long lines, lunch is a luxury! Shortly after she left the library, two large bags of sandwiches, chips, and drinks arrived at the polling site.
We knew we had been visited by an angel who blessed us beyond words. We wish the same blessings and more to this lady for her tremendous anonymous kindness.
Kinder, gentler nation
It was eerily quiet in our neighborhood as the funeral for former President George H.W. Bush commenced in the awe-inspiring National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. I heard no leaf blowers, no dogs, no birds, no sirens, and the din of traffic from the freeway seemed strangely muted. It was as if for those two solemn hours time stopped and the world was united in grief for the loss of a true leader and statesman.
I gazed at our American flag waving gently and, though I subscribe to no organized religion, prayed for the soul of a most honorable man, his grieving family and friends, and for our divided nation. I thought of my father who passed in 1991 on the same day and month as President Bush. He was an Army Air Corps pilot, served in the Pacific theater during World War II and participated in the liberation of the Philippines. He is buried in the Little Rock Veterans Cemetery. I thought of my aunt, his sister, an RN who served as a nurse tending the wounded during the same tragic war. I thought of all the men and women who sacrificed so much to keep us out of harm's way, of those who are doing so today and of those in the future. With tears in my eyes, I gave my heartfelt thanks to them all.
After the funeral was over and the "talking heads" resumed their exhaustive coverage of the current state of our nation I felt a profound sense of sadness for our plight. I am old enough, have seen enough and experienced enough not to believe in magic fixes for what ails us. As long as I am alive, however, I will maintain hope that we will somehow come together and feel more love than hate, more compassion than cynicism, and more commonalities than differences.
I can only hope that going forward we will somehow aspire to become the "thousand points of light" President Bush envisioned and that maybe we can become a "kinder and gentler" nation. I am 66 years old and have earned my delusions.
They lacked decorum
It wasn't hard to miss the Obamas, the Clintons, and other Democrats yukking it up at the National Cathedral while awaiting the arrival of President Bush's body and the Bush family. Did you all happen to notice that?
Editorial on 12/07/2018
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