I read a horrible story on Facebook, it left me shaken, heartbroken, and sobbing.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to click on the story, after reading the title, I should have known how it was going to end, and it wouldn’t be good!
I can’t unread it now – no do over, no ignorant bliss.
Is it better that we not read about the evil in this world, or see it on the news? Maybe. But it doesn’t make it go away. It’s still there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to take away any innocent notions that there aren’t dreadful people committing haneous acts on children, old people, young people, good people, God fearing people, the faithful, and the Atheist, alike.
Do we turn a blind eye, and a deaf ear to the suffering? Will that keep us safe, and happy, blissfully unaware?
Maybe it’s like the age old question: If a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound?
I don’t think so.
How can we have compassion for the abused, and sympathy for the suffering, if we’re never exposed to the real world? And how do we change it, if we don’t know about it?
I know that I would much rather not have the images in my head, of the abuse that infant suffered at the hand of his own father, but now that I do, I want to do more to stop it, or better yet, prevent it from happening. The system failed that child, but hopefully his story will serve as a warning, and more will be done to keep it from happening to another child.
If you suspect abuse, get involved, or at least make a call to report it – maybe it’s nothing, and has an innocent explanation, but what if it’s not, and you could have done something to stop it?
So many times we pass by a scene that isn’t quite right, something is off, but we don’t want to be seen as a busy-body, so we ignore that gut feeling. That gut feeling is God whispering in your ear, so listen to it!
I was driving down my street on my way home, and saw two small children in their front yard, the youngest sitting on the sidewalk, while the older one repeatedly hit her with a plastic baseball bat. I know it was just plastic, but she was crying, and no adult was watching them, so guess what I did…you know it! I stopped my car, rolled down my window, honked my horn, and yelled “Stop Hitting Her!”
I can’t stand to see injustice, even when it’s children involved in playground drama!
I do wish that playground drama was the worst our children ever had to deal with!
I would love it if my grandchildren never had to cry reading a story on Facebook, and everyday was rainbows, and sunshine!
Until that day, it’s up to us to make the world a little better.
One person can’t change the world, but if that one person got two friends, and they got two friends, and so on, it might just spread faster than you think!