Last night a little girl was hit by a car. She died. Crossing a busy street with her mom someone ran her down and kept going. Who would do something like this? What kind of person could hit a child and keep driving?
As I am preparing my home for a Thanksgiving feast, I am sick to think of this girl’s mother and what she is going through today. I am sick because the girl was the same age as my son. I am struck with the knowledge that it could have been my child. We have crossed that street so many times. It could have been my child. I can’t get past it.
And at this time of year when we all think about what is important in our lives, maybe be all could use a bit more common decency. Hearing the cries of our community last night gave me hope. Watching people trying to help this family gave me strength. My phone rang all morning with friends asking, “Darla, what can we do to help this family? What can we do to help this mother?” The outreach made me realize our spirit is strong.
I have been so worried that we are becoming disconnected. But over the past few weeks have been noticing kindness, love, and support among us all. People are bringing food to pantries. People are filling up the Toys for Tots boxes. And most importantly, people are praying for each other.
Through pain and hardship we learn valuable lessons. Our spirit can be broken but it can be mended. With faith we can heal. With the love of our families and friends we can endure almost anything.
So please, as we may be disillusioned over what is happening in our homes, our communities, or our country, we can fix it. Our spirit is strong. Please hold your babies close and thank GOD you have this opportunity to be a mom, a friend, a citizen.
God bless your families,