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How The Mighty Have Fallen

“Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.”

Ain’t that the truth?

In light of the on-going Penn State scandal, I feel I can no longer be silent. I waited and watched what was happening as the details began to unfold, but I said nothing.

I watched as an old man, beloved by a community, announced his retirement, but i said nothing.

I watched as a Board of Trustees fired that same old man along with a university president, but I said nothing.

I watched as students, outraged at the firing of a football coach, rioted in the streets; flipping a news van. And still, I said nothing.

Silence and inaction seem to be a theme here, though.

When the details of the awfulness began to emerge I was dumbfounded. Sex abuse at Penn State?!?! It seemed absurd. Then I read the grand jury report (which if you haven’t, you should. You can find it here. Be forewarned, it’s a terrible read). As I read through it, I was infuriated. I was so angry at the adults – first and foremost, Jerry Sandusky. I was angry with Mike McQueary, the (then) grad assistant who SAW Sandusky. He SAW him, and did nothing. This is your fault, too.

And I was so completely dissappointed in Joe Paterno. McQueary told you what he saw and you only told your boss? For a man seen as the moral compass of an entire university, you have failed us all. You didn’t think to call the police? Or to follow up on a course of action? Joe, it pains me to say this, but this is your fault, too.

The thing that disgusts me the most is the absolute lack of action and urgency from everybody. And Tim Curley and Gary Schultz, this is YOUR fault, too. And you both deserve to be charged.

Then, the students began to riot. I thought, okay, finally this is getting the sort of outrage it deserves. But no. They weren’t rioting because they were appalled at what happened to these children. They were rioting because Paterno got fired. RIOTING! Are you serious?!?!

Joe Paterno deserved to lose his job. And frankly, the fact the McQueary still has a job irritates me, too. McQueary should not only NOT have a job, he should be held accountable for his actions as well. He admittedly witnessed first hand what was happening and LET IT CONTINUE! He made no attempt to save the child. He just walked away. Are you kidding me? I’m a little person, and not very strong, but I have to think that if I had witnessed what he did, I’d have punched Sandusky in the face and taken the poor child to safety. How is that not the first thing that comes to mind? Instead, you called your dad?

Everyone has been focusing on the wrong person – this is not a Joe Paterno case. Every eye, microphone, camera, voice recorder, etc should be focused on Jerry Sandusky. And on Curley. And on Schultz. And on McQueary. And on Paterno. But not exclusively on one person. This is every one of their faults.

Last weekend I watched the Penn State/Nebraska game. I was probably one of the few people not in Beaver Stadium or State College cheering for the Nittany Lions. But I did. Because I always have. And because I probably always will. Because the students are not at fault. They trusted those adults just like those kids did. And those adults let them down, just like they let down those kids. I wasn’t cheering for a football team. I was cheering for an entire university who has to put themselves back together. I was cheering for a community who has to rebuild their identity. I was cheering for humanity to come together to ensure this never happens again.

And Jay Paterno, I understand you miss coaching with your dad. I even understand why you “wish he was here.”

But let me tell you, he doesn’t deserve to be.

We Should All Be Thankful for Our Veterans

I probably don’t say thank you to our veterans enough.  None of us do.  To many, just saying thank you probably seems so empty.  It feels like it has lost some of it’s meaning.  It can come off as hollow.  “oh, you’re a veteran?  Thank you for your service.”  It seems like such an automatic response.

I read an article recently, which I want to link to but can’t seem to find, by a veteran who said he wishes people would stop thanking him.  For all the reasons I mentioned above.  At first, I was really irritated by the article.  Especially because my brother is currently deployed.  My sister in law served in Iraq.  My father was in the Air Force.  My grandfather fought with the Navy in WWII.  My uncles went throught Vietnam.  I have had cousins in the Air Force, the Navy and the Coast Guard.  Members of my family have served in every branch of the United States military.  But as I read through his points, I understood what he was getting at.  He didn’t want someone to thank him because they felt obligated to.  And that makes sense.  But I fundamentally disagree with him.

We should not stop saying thank you.  What we should do is start meaning it again.  I always try to say thank you to someone who has served or is currently serving.  Because I truly mean it when I say “thank you for your service.”  What I’m really saying is, “thank you for protecting me.”

Because that’s truly what our men and women who serve are doing.  They are protecting us.  From dangers seen and unseen.  Known and unkown.  They are voluntarily giving up time with their families to ensure that I have the safety to spend time with mine.

And I’m a complete stranger to most of them.

That’s why I think it’s important to say thank you.  Because we are all strangers.  Yet they serve for us.  Because of them, I know I don’t have to fight.

And for that, I am eternally thankful.

Viva Vallarta

Last month I was fortunate enough to take an amazing vacation.

Thanks to Brett’s uncle (and his aunt having her birthday to prompt the trip) the whole family was able to go! It was a surprise party for his aunt, and his uncle (and Brett, and his uncle’s assistant) have been planning it for a year! And even though there were several things that almost spoiled the surprise, the whole thing managed to go off without the surprise being ruined!!!!

Mary was very surprised to see her whole family in MEXICO!

That’s right, this surprise party took place in another country! There were 17 of us. And it was such a wonderful time.

I feel so thankful to be included as part of this family. Everyone is so genuinely kind and they truly get along and enjoy each other’s company.

Here are a few shots from the trip.

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                      Our view from the dining room terrace.

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Our day in Sayulita.  My favorite place on Earth.

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Brett and me after surfing.  I’m fierce!

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Brett as a living mannequin in a boutique in downtown Vallarta.

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At the Cheeky Monkey.  Best drinks in town (and SUPER CHEAP)!

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Brett’s sister, mom and cousin.  Three of the nicest women I know.

 

A huge!!! THANK YOU to Dave and Mary for such an amazing trip!

A Decade Later

Where were you when…

That’s the question today, isn’t it?

I remember with vivid detail that day. For starters, it was beautiful. Sunny, blue sky. I was a freshman at the University of Central Oklahoma. I was driving to my first class of the day – Music Theory.

I remember wishing my radio in the car worked because the 25 minute drive was sort of boring and I usually listened to NPR. I’m a geek, what can I say.

When I arrived at class, the room was unusually empty. I walked back into the hallway to check for a missed announcement about class being cancelled. One of my class mates saw me and said “we’re in here.” She was talking about the room next door – it had a tv. She told me an airplane had hit one of the towers in New York.

As we stood in that room, watching history unfold before our eyes, we all gasped in collective shock and horror as we saw a second plane crash into the other tower. I remember tears starting to form in my eyes.

My classes were cancelled and all I could do was cry. I felt numb. I kept thinking “why would someone do such a thing?” “WHO would do such a terrible thing?”

Now, a decade later, I think the question should be “where are we NOW….

Are we safer as a nation? More united as a whole? Are we less? The same?

My hope, for our nation, is that we never forget that hatred lives. But I hope we remember, too, that love, peace and kindness DO triumph. That goodness prevails over evil. That lightness drives out darkness.

I hope ordinary citizens continue to be heroes for their families, friends and neighbors. That the lives lost and the sacrifices made live on in each of us.

That we continue to heal. We pause to remember, look back. But that as we do so, we remember to continue to look forward. Toward the future. Toward hope. Peace. Love. Kindness.

So, where were YOU when…. And where are you NOW?

09.11.2001/09.11.2011 never forgotten.

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A Wedding Weekend

As I type the first part of this post I am sitting on an airplane heading toward Oklahoma City for my baby sister’s wedding.

I am excited, nervous and stressed all at the same time. And it’s not even my wedding!!!

I’m excited because I helped plan this wedding and did a bunch of it from another state. And because I’m the maid of honor (another sister, Maura, is the matron of honor). And because weddings are exciting.

I’m nervous because I don’t love to fly. I had to check two bags (one which has my dress and the wedding programs)! And because I want the wedding to go smoothly.

I’m stressed because it’s a wedding and there is a lot involved. I want this to be a great wedding for Janine.

I recently told someone that one of my most favorite things in the world is being a sister. I love it. I can’t imagine a life without my sisters. ALL of them. And so, as a sister, I worry about all the things that could go wrong.

The optimist in me says everything is going to run smoothly and everything will be perfect! I’m trying to listen to her and ignore the realist.

Update to follow after the wedding.

UPDATE:
IT WAS WONDERFUL!

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