This morning, my perfunctory Facebook scroll delivered its usual dose of AM horror.
I read a piece by Madeline Albright in which she sounded the alarms about the tide of White Yuck creeping across the globe. My phone screen also reminded me that a threat to generations of blood, death, and activism is being introduced to the country at 9 PM EST. And I was gutted to learn that a friend over ten years my junior passed away yesterday. She was far too young to leave this earthly plane, but some demons are ultimately victorious. My heart breaks for her parents’ fresh grief.
Life is never easy, but lately, it has felt more perilous than usual.
So this morning as the birds serenaded another sunrise, and as my dog countered my first movements by burrowing deeper into my armpit, my anchor of Hope was the Thai Cave Rescue taking place on the other side of the globe. (As of this writing eight boys have been pulled to safety by some real-life superheroes: an unprecedented feat.)
As we sit in the petty shade of the current Me First culture, the ongoing rescue of the Wild Boars soccer team is a beacon of light. It personifies the noblest instincts our Divinity infused into these temporary meat suits we inhabit for a mere fraction of eternity. The courage and the scope of the Thai rescue effort is a visceral reminder of the interconnectedness that exists between souls - a tragically undervalued commodity in the world’s affairs.
Together we are consumed by the herculean efforts to save the lives of the twelve young boys and their 25-year-old coach. The volunteer rescue team comes from all persuasions, skin colors, languages, and beliefs. No specific deity gets top billing for lives saved. The Thai cave rescue is indisputable proof that mankind is capable of creating its own miracles when we link arms and exalt in the sacred fragility of life.
And against the light cast out from the cave and across the globe, the moral rot that currently exists at our southern border becomes exponentially more dark and despicable.
For in Thailand, the leadership didn’t throw their hands up and proclaim that those children shouldn’t have been there in the first place so they deserved what was coming to them.
They didn’t shout “Thailand First” and turn away efforts from people across the globe supremely qualified to do the job at hand.
The leadership didn’t shrug off its constituents' pain, claiming that impoverished families weren’t economically deserving of the hefty resources necessary to extricate their children from peril at the hands of Mother Nature.
In Thailand, the leadership came together to do the right thing by those children, no matter the cost. One noble man even gave his life for the cause.
Meanwhile, here in America, children in crisis are being turned away, kidnapped, and scapegoated as our shameful history of bigotry and white supremacy repeats itself. The hypocrisy and double speak are stunning and morally inexcusable.
True greatness isn’t a Made In China hat, a daily dose of unapologetic lies, or a kindergartener’s Rolodex of nasty nicknames. Thailand has shown the world that greatness is the byproduct of courageous actions inspired by true compassion for one’s fellow man.
That's my piece, and that's my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on...
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