Victory: [vik-tuh-ree; vik-tree]; noun: a success or triumph over an enemy in battle or war.
I sit here writing with mixed emotions; trying to find the right mix of words that will so eloquently express my feelings. But it’s hard to find those words – words that celebrate death. Even the death of a such a cruel and unarguably evil person.
In the words of Clarence Darrow “I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.”
That’s sort of in line with how I feel; but not quite. Death is a sad ordeal. And while I’m not sad about his death, I am sad so many others have had to meet their deaths too soon because of him.
I really can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming relief for the future safety of our wonderful planet. I just can’t help but feel that our world is truly a much better place.
I understand why people were celebrating in the streets; it’s a sense of RELIEF! FINALLY! The man who gave the order to murder thousands of precious lives is gone. He can never give that order again.
Again, I feel a sense of relief. I feel a little bit safer. And while I’m not so naive to believe that his death brings some sort of finality this whole thing – I know that things will get worse before they begin to get better- but, I know that things will get better! Things will be safer.
My brother will be a little bit safer while he’s gone. You’ll be safer.
I don’t know what it is about airplanes and airports, but people just talk to each other. “where are you headed?” “what line of work are you in?” Etc etc. And what never ceases to amaze me is the ease at which people answer the questions. It seems that we as human beings are pretty open to answering questions (as long as we don’t know the person asking them and there is a good chance we may never meet again).
What also never ceases to amaze me is how weird people are. I mean, really, did you need to wear your weekend sweats with your grossest t-shirt? Oh, you need to wear that really smelly perfume/cologne. I mean did you look at a mirror on your way out? Hello, people! You’re in PUBLIC!
But you know what? It actually makes travel fun. You can pretty much play airport bingo, haha. Lady with crazy hair? check. Guy with annoying cough? check. Screaming kid? Check. You really can insert what you want and you’ll probably find it, if you know where to look.
So I often refer to people as Humans. I mean, I know they *are* Humans, but instead of saying “Oh Steve? He’s a good person.” I frequently say, “he’s a good Human.”
I know it’s probably weird. I’m used to being weird. But I choose to say Human instead of person. I’m hoping that by saying Human it will help people recognize Humanity around them.
It seems so easy to be mad at a person. Have you ever tried to stay mad at a Human? It’s hard. By seeing them as a Human and not just a person, you recognize yourself too. As a Human. As one of Humanity.
Maybe we should all try to see each other as Humans and not just as people of a particular race, religion, orientation etc. Because we are all part of Humanity. Gay, straight. Christian or Muslim. Black or White. We are all Humans. And we should all be tolerant. I don’t have to agree with you, but I can be tolerant of your view and beliefs and you should be tolerant of mine in return.
And when one person fails to see the Humanness of another, Humanity fails too. (Pastor Terry Jones, I’m talking to you. You too Fred Phelps. And all you other crazy, radical Humans).
So take care good Humans, and take care of each other.