When horror takes control
Yesterday was filled with stress and horror.
I was going to say that another sick individual had taken hold of the news, refusing to release us from the hold of his grotesque grip until someone forcefully removed him. Yet even then we were not released. And I have come to the conclusion that these people are not sick at all, they are simply mean in every definition of the word. Mean hearted and mean spirited.
I think we let them off easy when we put labels like “psychotic” and “mentally unbalanced” on them. No, they are simply mean and because they cannot stand to see anyone happy they go out in the world to spread their darkness of spirit. Unfortunately for the world, sometimes this darkness spreads to other like minded individuals who decide to try to go someone one better. The world holds its collective breath waiting in anticipation for the other shoe to drop.
I tried to change the channel. Go outside to work in the yard, walk the dogs … anything to break the hold of the horror that this person had on my mind and heart. I always came back in and turned the channel back to Fox to get the latest update, to find out if it was over. And then it was. You would think that it would be anticlimactic but no. There was even more news about the shootings … Now we needed to know everything about this man (whose name I refuse to utter here after he held me hostage to a news channel all day yesterday, September 16th, 2013. Why give him even that little bit of honor?) We needed to know where he was born, what he did for a living, who his parents were. Now the FBI wants anyone who knew him to contact them. Yeah, right … if I had known him I would not claim such. To have anyone such as he in our lives is not something to be proud of.
So last night as we watched yet more news about this person, the phone rang. When I answered I heard the sweetest voice saying “Hi Grandma, what are you doing?” Suddenly the abysmal cloud of distress that had overpowered me for most of the day lifted and like magic was gone.
Sometimes it takes the pure love of a child to make you see the world for what it is … a shifting shadow, always fluid, never stopping to consider your wants and wishes … all in all there is nothing to be gained by wailing that you have no control over your world.
All of us need to take a deep breath and be thankful for what control we have over our own lives and let the devil take the hindmost … the hindmost being the mean and heartless among us.
— Sandi McBride is a resident of Jefferson, who blogs regularly and enjoys her garden and her furry and feathered friends. She is a wife and mother of two sons.
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