Making Ripples

A man is shot.
A child cries.
A mother weeps.
A widow mourns.

Over the blood of the fallen the masses collide;
judging, yelling, spewing, hating. Another man is shot.
Citizens mourn. A brother weeps. A sister sighs.
More hatred, more masses collide.

Where is the love in this? Where is the positive coverage of the media? Absent. Gone.

As I scroll through my news feed, my heart hurts with all the hatred, the judging, the yelling, the assumptions. Article after article scrolls by about this side then that side. Where is the truth? Why the seemingly senselessness of it all?

And the masses collide. More men shot, more men mourn. Widows sob. Neighbors cry.

Why are the masses so quick to judge, to assume, to condemn? The truth may never be known and yet we’ve already decided, divided. I sit and I watch wondering how did we get this way? How do we stop this hate and come together in love? I wonder what can I do? What power do I have to calm the masses, to still the hatred?

And, so I turn to my children and I give them a hug, a smile, a laugh. I look at my husband and extend a smile of grace, of knowing, of loving. And right then I know, that all I can do, all I have the power to do, is to love, and to pray. To pray for the lost souls consumed by this world’s hate, the children trapped in loveless homes, the children who lost their fathers, their mothers, their sisters, their brothers in wars of hatred, envy and death.

Yet I still ask myself how? How can little me make one lick of difference? So, I begin, right here with a smile for a stranger, to extend a hand to a fallen child, to give a dollar to the beggar on the street, to hold the door for an old woman walking alone. Let us say hello to fellow patrons in line and sing hallelujah every chance that we get. Let us listen first, speak second. Let us leave the condemnation behind, and extend love, extend grace.

Mother Teresa knew she was only one person and couldn’t change the world, but she also knew she had an obligation to do small things every day that can make ripples. We all do. We all have an obligation to be better, kinder, more loving, more helping. We have an obligation to get out of ourselves to do something, anything, to make a difference to someone somewhere.

And I pray, and I hope and I smile for I know all is not lost. I smile for I know the only thing that can stamp out hate is to cover it with love. I smile because I know there is still hope, there is still joy, there is still love. There is still kindness. Please join me in this mission to spread more love and kindness in this world, and in the media. Let us not be consumed by the negative coverage around every corner, but help me create some ripples. Go out there and make a difference to one person today.

A baby laughs.
A woman smiles.
A child sings.
A father kneels.
Strangers embrace.
Love prevails.

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Author: pixiedustandwhiskey

Hi there! I’m Katherine, a former higher education professional turned housewife, blogger and entrepreneur. My blog is about finding happily ever after in the middle of the mundane, using gratitude and a positive mindset to turn the ordinary into extraordinary. I like to tell stories, so this is a collection of short stories, some true, some fiction, to hopefully inspire more happiness in this broken world.

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