shutterstock_436681159I’ve sat here for 4 days and stared at a blinking cursor off and on for several fronts: status bars, email replies, blog entries.  All deleted.  All ended before they began really.  All because what was once a place that I looked back on and forward to with fondness has been changed somehow, in just the span of a few hours.

Politicians and News pundits, Celebrities and Talk Show Hosts, well Intentioned Friends and Family Members all swirling through our living rooms, our smartphones, social media apps…  All weighing in on a week I would like to pretend hasn’t changed us.  But it has.  It would be simple to join the chorus of people on either side of a political argument vying for more control or against, for more rights or status quo…  But the bickering I see is simply pointless.  It’s POINTLESS.  There are lives lost, families grieving, friends gone, bodies altered in ways that they did not expect Saturday evening when they ventured out to go clubbing or go on vacation.  This is not the time to try and win a debate.

Why do we have to make everything solution based?  Why do we have to be the smartest guys in the room?  Why can’t we just look at each other and love a little bit more instead of pointing fingers of blame at this institution or that law, or this political party, or this or that or the other thing.  It’s quite simple what took those 50 lives: Hate.  It’s quite simple to me what over time will help heal us: Love.  Just love one another, grieve with people, offer a shoulder, a hand, a pint of blood, a time where there are no agendas, where we aren’t filled with such agitation it makes me want to avoid people all together.

This isn’t a political argument, please don’t turn it into one.  It’s simply a call for healing.  A call for time to process what has happened to our very World, to our fellow humans.  We in the Autism Community especially know you cannot begin to problem solve until the processing is completed.  That’s all I’m saying… Love one another a little bit more, pour of yourself into the very humanity that binds us all.  That’s how we win this.  The more we bicker the more those filled with hate ultimately win.  Don’t give into it.  Do give of yourself to those around you who are hurting, or want someone to listen to them.

Life in all of it’s glorious forms is so abundantly precious, so beautiful, such a gift.  That fact is oh so much more palpable this week, isn’t it?  Don’t let that fade, do embrace it in all of it’s heartbreak. Let this week change you.  Let it better you.  Let yourself feel the loss of not just one nightclub, but a shopping center in Tel Aviv, an airport in Belgium, a Christmas Party in San Bernardino, a concert or cafe in Paris, numerous city squares, hotels, marketplaces in the Middle East.  We are a world united in loss it seems, but also one united in compassion, in love, and hopefully in faith that the goodness of man far outweighs the evil that has saturated our World.  That is my fervent prayer and I see it born out in the countless number showing up to donate food, water, their very blood.  In average citizens all the way up to major corporations reaching out to those in grief in substantiative ways. The profoundness of a simple prayer shared over and over.

Walt once said:

“Life is composed of lights and shadows, and we would be untruthful, insincere, and saccharine if we tried to pretend there were no shadows. Most things are good, and they are the strongest things; but there are evil things too, and you are not doing a child a favor by trying to shield him from reality. The important thing is to teach a child that good can always triumph over evil.”  

And I think that is the most important lesson we can teach ourselves too as we move forward.  Good can and indeed does triumph, the strongest things in our lives are good, beautiful and wondrous to behold.

This week has changed us, there is no question.  But the way you personally answer: “How has it changed me?” makes all of the difference.