It’s been a thought-provoking week, filled with political and legal pronouncements and revelations, some hopeful and some frightening.
But for most of us, that’s all they are: pronouncements and revelations, but nothing to alter our lives and our day to day activities, at least in the foreseeable future.
Unless we are the parents of a child killed by a senseless attack, or need a medical procedure prohibited by law, we’re safe from having to think or be concerned about most of the rhetoric flowing through the airways and internet ethers.
We can blissfully glide through our mundane tasks untouched by the tragedies of those suffering around us.
However, none of us are really immune to the heart wrenching stories we read about or watch detailed in the news. Human abuse can’t help but affect us emotionally, physically, and/or spiritually in different ways, but we do connect on some level with those suffering.
Here in Mexico, the poverty is evident, not hidden behind locked fences or guarded neighborhoods. It is alive on the streets, in full view of residents and tourists alike. Women holding out their hands for a few pesos; men selling goods and services they hope will attract someone’s interest; children sitting quietly with baskets of nuts and candies optimistically expecting a stranger’s generosity; a musician playing his clarinet beside his daughter who holds a basket for a possible handout.
None of us are far from these scenes that play out before our eyes daily, tapping a place within us that cries for people who need assistance. Of course, there are hidden needs also, not in full display, and that adds to the burden of how to help, where to give.
Generosity is in evidence. People stopping, giving, and greeting these unknown and pain-filled souls.
Yes, we may walk past those in need, shaking our heads against their pleading eyes, but we find ways to assist, perhaps volunteering at the local children’s library, or over tipping the bus driver.
Politics and legal shenanigans may flow around us not registering, but human suffering is never ignored. Or, that is my belief.
And because of that belief I am optimistic the world will right itself, maybe not in my lifetime, but sometime, when reality finally awakens our souls to the truth that we are all connected and equal.