I am in Grand Rapids, Minnesota, helping my sister out during her recovery from her second back surgery. Where she and Steven live, 25 wooded acres along the Mississippi River, I have had the distinct pleasure of stunning views, a serene setting, the place to myself, with the exception of their dog that I am taking care of.
Naturally, being alone has given way to a great deal of thought, and I have been thinking about the many experiences I had have the past three years. I have learned to much about loss, about life, about strength, about courage, about everything else in between.
But mostly, I have learned about tolerance. I know, that is odd, isn’t it? Perhaps I should state the word patience. And, believe me, I know when I do not practice tolerance or patience lately, and that is also a part of my lesson.
America has become an angry nation and that anger is infectious.
I wish there was a magic cure for the anger, to wipe it away and we could be more tolerant. I wish there was a way we could be more patient with each other.
What I really wish is that we could have conversation. That conversation should start with our leaders. When I was a kid, I listened to the news and recall that in America we got things done. At the end of the day, we shook hands. And we were good with that.
Leadership in America has let us down with the inability to collaborate with each other. Yes, I know there has been some bipartisan bills being written, but why don’t we know more about them?
Why have we as Americans become so quick to judge? Why has part of our nation become to hateful, so stubborn? Why did this sort of behavior become acceptable?
I know when it comes to the hatred I have been witnessing that I have made the mistake to enter the fray. I have to stop. Now I take a deep breath (maybe a few deep breaths) and respond with a solution that is not so your way vs. my way.
At least I am trying.
#LifeLesson #Tolerance #MakeItWork #BeKind #BeTheChange