Call mi naïve.
Say I’m out of touch.
Say whatever you want.
I’ve been called many things throughout my life.
I’m used to it.
But honestly when I heard the news about Charlie Kirk, I had no idea who he was.
Today, people all across the country are mourning him.
His legacy is leaving videos flooding social media with both negative and positive ripples. He wasn’t perfect. He was flawed just like the rest of us.
Whether you agreed with his message or not is irrelevant at this point.
A man is dead, killed in cold blood, among a crowd of people. That’s not okay.
His wife is obviously broken, trying to figure out how she will continue.
His children will no longer get kisses from their daddy before bed or have him at their graduations, games, and dance recitals.
It’s devastating to lose ANY life to such a tragedy.
People should matter.
Lives should matter.
I woke up this morning thinking about September 11th, 2001.
The day I stood by my sister through hours of labor, telling her, “You can’t have this baby today, as we watched the devastation of the twin towers go up in smoke, only to have her look mi in the eye and say, “I HAVE to have this baby today.”
In reality, I’ve avoided my phone most of the day today because,
Well…I’ve been numb all day.
I’m not sure how to feel about all of this.
Or what to say.
I don’t talk about this kind of stuff.
In fact, I avoid controversial posts about politics, religion, and similar topics, especially on social media, mostly because everyone has an opinion, is rarely swayed, and it only causes division, and that’s not for mi. I’d rather spread encouragement and positivity than controversy.
That’s what the enemy wants. For us to be divided. To destroy ourselves from the inside.
Truthfully, all I want is for everybody to just love each other.
Left side, right side, black, white, different language, ethnicity/background, just love each other. Can’t we do that?
I mean, if you see someone down, please. just pick them up.
Just love each other.
It’s really not that hard.
I get it. Some people are just mean and ugly.
Sure, someone will probably have something to say about this post,
But I still believe we can love each other.
Help each other.
Like I said, many are mourning the tragic loss of a 31-year-old father of two small children.
Others remember September 11th, 2001.
Some may be dealing with their own personal traumas.
Whatever it is,
Just please, stop the hate.
We are all different. All flawed.
All with issues and baggage.
We are allowed to be different, think differently.
