I am going to quickly share last nights terror because it goes along with one of my fundamental moral pillars and it reminded me that I must remain brave, but also smart. As the saying goes: If you are going to be stupid, you better be tough. Sometimes being brave is stupid...which is okay, because life is not Black and White. ;)
Quick summary of the dream: I was walking along the aisles of the local Walmart when I happen upon a child, around the age of ten, who was tied to a rack, her eyelids were duct taped shut, her hands were bound, and she was crying because she had not been fed. I quickly untied her and asked if she was okay (little did I know I should have looked around) Enter three, scarily big, parents. Two women, I assume one was the grandma, and one man. They started yelling at me to mind my business and that this didn't concern me. I bravely, or rather in this situation, stupidly told them it was my business, when someone is hurting someone else I am morally obligated, as a member of this: Our Human Race Family, to protect those who cannot protect themselves. In this moment the Grandma pulled out a sword, I kid you not, that opened into a triple blade thing and slashed it into my body. I fell back, coughed up blood and thought: I'm dying.
I woke up and thought: Note to self, if you happen to find a little girl tied to a pole in the middle of Walmart, don't stand around like an idiot, grab that girl and run.
Why did I share this story? No one ever said doing the right thing was easy, but, dying over it, well, I think that is where things get a little gray. Now obviously if you find someone tied to a rack in the middle of Walmart, there is something seriously f-ed up going on, but life, at least thus far, isn't that straight forward. I have put myself in situations that I am surprised didn't get me killed, but I know I was doing the right thing. Now, this so-called "right-thing" can become very subjective...Think back to SPOILER ALERT: Pay it Forward, when the boy stands up for what he believes and dies in the end....I was left to wonder: Would the world have been a better place if he had not stood up? Maybe. He would after all be able to spread what he was doing...And yet, he would not have been living up to what he was doing if he had stayed silent. This is the catch-22 of life.
What is my point? My point is, we cannot live our lives being afraid, and yet we should also be wise and mindful of what is going on around us. Be Brave. Be Bold. And if you can: do no harm.
All right, my mind is a bit foggy, I am going to sign off. I do hope to have time to get back to the series I started earlier this month. (Ah time, never on my side) Hugs and Kisses to you all. Catch you on the flip side. -- Elicia Clegg