Look for the helpers, I told myself, as I watched the San Bernardino shooting unfold live on television last night while I made meatloaf in my warm, safe kitchen. I woke up this morning feeling sick about this bizarre new normal that is anything but normal.
We’re just days away from the 3rd anniversary of the massacre at Sandy Hook that shook our humanity but didn’t move us to do anything meaningful to change the insidious and growing culture of gun violence in our country.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick of guns. I’m sick of violence. I’m sick of terror. I’m sick of mass shootings. I’m sick of politics. I’m sick of looking for helpers.
I want to be a helper.
Before I woke the kids for school, I made donations to three charitable organizations that, to me, epitomize humanity, lift communities, and embody light. Giving my support to grassroots groups rolling up their sleeves to make a positive difference gives me a greater sense of purpose. It reminds me that compassion exists, change is possible, and resilience is real. It’s not enough, but it’s a start.
Look for the helpers today, but remember to be one, too.
The Runaway Mama by Jen Gregory 
Yes. We need to continue to BE the helpers, in whatever capacity we can. Thank you for sharing.
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Me too. I want to be a helper too
& make this world less ugly.
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The world is ugly right now, isn’t it? I don’t watch as much news as I used to, but the state of the world seeps in somehow anyway. It’s hard to escape the feeling that we’re going in the wrong direction, so every little act of kindness helps. Thanks for reading!
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Beautiful.
I am so grateful we don’t have a tv at home lately!!!!! But when i have the radio on en route to chauffeur duties or work, I find myself asking, without really thinking, which shooting is it TODAY? I mean…how terrible, terrible, beyond terrible…
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I have TV at home but no longer in my kitchen, which is a big deal and means I watch way less TV than I used to. Still, the ills of the world seep in. They find a way. It’s unavoidable and sad. Blech.
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