Fiery Pit.

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The other day, I was simply enjoying my morning cup of coffee when something came on the news that caught my attention.  No, that’s an understatement.  It made my head jerk up violently and the actual words that make up the acronym “WTF” come out of my mouth.  I was so angry, so disappointed, so disgusted that the only thing I could do was something. Moved to action about something I felt was a huge wrong.  I made phone calls, I wrote emails, I joined Facebook groups, and called my Congressman.  I also called Mama G because when anything happens, well, I call my Mom.

The thing is, it doesn’t really matter what it was that moved me so much.  It just matters that it did. How often do I have feelings or convictions about newsworthy events and just pour another cup of coffee?  More often than not.  But today, I got that fiery pit in my stomach.  That fiery pit, that conviction that reminds us that we are members of communities, the ones we currently live in and the ones we grew up in, members of society as a whole.  The fiery pit that says “Not on my watch, douchenozzles.”  I’m not saying any of my stand will stop intolerance in its tracks but man, we’ve got to start standing up when we see things happening that have nothing to do with us moving forward as a human race.

One Comment on “Fiery Pit.”

  1. Mom

    and Mama G is proud that you have developed a “Fiery Pit” towards injustice and standing up for your beliefs.

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