I’ve started several posts about the tragedy in Arizona, but stopped each time because, as President Obama said in his speech, there’s nothing anybody can say to ease the pain of the family and friends of those who were killed or injured. And yet I feel compelled to add my energy to all the other prayers and condolences going out to those heartbroken people, even though I know they will never read them.
The only thing I can do to bring more peace into the world is to bring more peace into myself. And while I’m not a person in danger of shooting somebody, I do get annoyed, irritated, cynical, and disgusted at my fellow humans. Those aren’t peaceful feelings, and they don’t do the world a bit of good. I’m working at trying to ask myself every time I feel one of those negative things just how important it really is. If my husband were in critical condition from a bullet shot through his brain, would I waste energy being annoyed at some woman driving while she talked on her cell phone? If my little girl had just been killed by a demented man, would I care about poor service at the supermarket?
I was particularly struck by another thing Obama said: It doesn’t matter how rich or famous or important we are, what matters is how much we love. I intend to honor those people killed in the senseless violence in Arizona by letting those I like, enjoy, cherish, and love know how much I care about them.