A Little Bit of Light

This is the beginning of a new adventure for Inspired Wit. With dreams to make the world a better place by sharing, caring, encouraging, motivating, inspiring and learning from the people around us, I bring to you INSPIRED WIT. I had originally planned on releasing this as a full finished, shiny project that will awe and amaze myself that I finished something I dreamed up, however with the recent news of devastation and war in Paris, I thought there was no better time than the present to take a moment of reflection and offer what I can to my community. I appreciate the words of encouragement and I hope this brings all who read it a bit of peace, solace, hope, inspiration and, maybe even a smile or two. Thank you and God Bless.

Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,
que ton nom soit sanctifié,
que ton règne vienne,
que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.
Donne-nous aujourd’hui notre pain de ce jour.
Pardonne-nous nos offences
comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés.
Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation,
mais délivre-nous du mal,
car c’est à toi qu’appartiennent le règne,
la puissance et la gloire, aux siècles des siècles.
Amen.
— The Lord's Prayer

I recently had a conversation with a close friend about my thoughts on starting a family, something a year ago, hell six months ago, would have completely terrified me and sent me immediately in search for a bottle of wine, and while I've always thought that one day I'd want to "settle down", I've always seemed to see myself as this young girl playing a role of an adult. Obviously, I pay my own bills, dictate when I have to wake up on time for work and make most of my own decisions on how I spend my time, but the idea of starting a family seemed somewhere far off into the distance. I looked around me at friends who've gotten married, started families and silently thought to myself "I'm definitely not old enough for that yet, right?" Yet now here I am, days away from my 27th birthday, and for the first time I feel like I am finally "growing up" and excited to see what the future has in store.

When I learned of the attacks in Paris on Friday evening, besides grief, anger, mourning and sheer sadness, I caught myself questioning why I would, or anyone for that matter, would want to bring children up into a world full of such hate, anger, terror and evil? I've come to peace in my own faith and spirituality that questioning is a normal part of the thought process. While I've grown away from my once, "Why God?" questioning, I will continue to question the hearts and lives of those who carry such anger and hate in their hearts for others, mostly complete strangers. I'll never understand the rationality that death is a form of payment, as if as the death toll rises, somehow, something is gained. Lives of hundreds, thousands, millions are taken for reasons that could be solved with words if only we took the time to listen before we speak. We teach young children that violence and anger isn't the answer, that we talk through our problems and "use our words" and yet, here we are. How do we teach them about hatred, greed, anger and evil? In between moments on the swing, or after you've finished reading Dr. Seuss? 

The added security throughout the city is seemingly ominous and yet comforting at the same time and while I'm grateful knowing that they're there, the events of this weekend has seemed to give the city an added edge. This afternoon in my usual trek from church to the bar where I watch the Packers (yes, you read that right, I am a trailblazer!), I stepped into a subway car that was relatively crowded (I've been in worse where you hold on with a pinky and a prayer). Of course, while it's busy, and almost everyone has headphones in and couldn't care to make more space, it made finding a spot to stand a challenge. Like the puzzle-solver I am, I found a spot with only two obstacles in my way, one being a young gentleman with headphones in, and another man who was sitting with his legs stretched across the aisle and his eyes closed. I said "Excuse me" twice before lightly tapping the standing gentleman's shoulder who realized what I was doing and moved. Unfortunately, in my graceful movement, I must have tapped the seated fellow's leg with my boot, honestly it couldn't have been more than a big toe. Again, I said "Excuse me, I'm sorry", to get a glorious "F*CK YOU!"

Well, there! 

"I'm sorry, I did say 'excuse me' but you didn't hear me. I'm sorry."

"F*CK YOU! It's 'cus you're white, bitch! It's 'cus you're white! F*CK YOU!"

At this point, several gentlemen around heard him, sat up straighter and seemed to give him a look that I can only describe as "BROOOOO, chill!" 

I got settled in my spot, clearly shocked, surprised and mostly saddened that this man took a simple accident and blew it into such a commotion for no reason. Another gentleman who was seated across from me looked up, smiled and nodded at me as if a sign that I wasn't alone. For a while, I spent the train ride thinking about what I could have said or done to make the situation right, probably nothing and then the bigger picture of race in our country and overall hatred around the world. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard a little voice from behind me peep up. 

"No, you're doing it wrong! It's 'Watch me WHIP WHIP, watch me nae nae' Watch, I'll show you!"

A darling little girl, on the lap of a loved one, was demonstrating to her family the appropriate dance moves to go along with the music she loved. She caught the train car by surprise, broke the tension of anger and evil, and brought a smile to our faces. It was in that moment that I found hope. A smile came across my face and the face of others and the breath we'd been holding seemed to release. This little girl and her glorious singing/dancing combo, watch out Broadway, had given us a gift of light in a moment of tension.

I exited the train at my stop, angry man stayed in the car, (don't worry Momma!), and I made my way above ground. At the crosswalk, a family stood waiting for the light to change, mother and father, each with a hand on the stroller that held a little girl with pig tails and a pink balloon. The father was tapping the balloon so it would move and the girl would squeal with excitement, giggling infectiously. 

While those shimmers of light in the darkness aren't promised, I've been following reports of those who were saved and sheltered during Friday evening's massacre. Strangers opening their homes, businesses, providing shelter to those who needed it, clothes, food, company, and strength in a time of sheer evil and hatred. Whenever there seems to be a crisis, there are rays of hope that are quick to follow, first responders who risk their lives for others, organizers to rally aid and general support, and most importantly, unconditional love, in moments when there seems to be only hate. We get caught up so quickly in our little battles that we forget how pure life really is. We all come into the world as babies, children who grow and learn from the world around them, who only know what we teach them and only know how to love, laugh, and be in the moment. Let us create a world full of laughing babies, let us inspire them to think, dream, love, share and find the light themselves. That is a world I look forward to, enjoying in the laughter of my future and spending my days loving so deeply I have no room for hate. My wish for the world is to find those moments of life and keep them when the sun doesn't seem to shine. 

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