I suppose its time to come clear about some things, considering current events.
At first I wanted to wait it out and let things develop slowly, but the more and more atrocities we’re seeing compels me to come forward about certain intentions.
I didn’t write my book to become a rich and famous author. I wrote it to try and change the world.
This is something that actually happened. When my Mom was on her deathbed, I made a promise to her. I was holding her hand, which was enormously swelled from the life support and fluid she was hooked up to, and I told her I would spend the rest of my life trying to make people act the way she acted. Which is good. I told her I would try and make people be good.
She was a good person. The best. She took a job in the school system so she could be close to her kids. She tolerated a man that treated her poorly because she couldn’t bear the thought of ripping a family apart. She worked with special ed children because it truly brought her joy to be around people she felt she could impact in a positive way.
Here’s another thing that actually happened: I was serving on Father’s Day, and one of my tables was a kid that I remembered being in the special ed program at Mt Juliet. I couldn’t remember his name, but I remembered that it was one of my Mom’s favorite students. I even told the couple that brought him that. I told them that I teared up in the back of the kitchen thinking about how happy it made Mom to talk about that class. You wanna know something else that’s funny? The kid at that table was somewhat of a leader in that class. I remember my Mom telling me that he came up with an ironically creative award – the “retard of the day” he called it. Now a lot of people would read this and immediately get offended. But to them, the kids in the class, it was a joke that they would use to illustrate something when one of them did something that was funny. They had fun. And it made my Mom SO happy to talk about. Those kids didn’t get offended when they talked about themselves like that, because they understood that the intention wasn’t to undermine them. It was something they came up with that was funny, and they took pride in having come up with it. Why can’t we be more like them? Why do we have to fight and argue and get offended over every little thing that might hurt our egos?
That’s the kind of person I lost back in August. That’s what’s driving me so hard to change the world for the better. I can’t stand the hate that we’re seeing today. I can’t stand that people are more concerned about being right than they are about being just. There are so many abundantly clear problems in the world today that we’re being forced to deal with. We need to stop letting our egos and our own desires to win arguments get in the way of what’s actually right.
Killing, hurting, harming, shaming, degrading, oppressing, and whatever other verbs you want to throw in are not good things. We need to get rid of these things. We need to stop fighting. We need to stop arguing. We need to come together. We need to coalesce. Which, incidentally, is going to be the title of my next book. Continuity: Coalescence. The definition of which is to “come together to form one mass or whole”.
This is what we need. Please, start working towards it.