Pull Up A Chair…
Hurricane Katrina marked a real low point in human compassion and decency in this country on so many levels.
But it also brought out some of the best in so many people from all over the country — and the world.
Neighbors helping each other cope with their horrible losses. Rescue workers sweeping in from all over to pull folks off their rooftops and back to safer ground. Donations pouring in of clothes and food so quickly that aide organizations could not sort and ship it fast enough.
We saw that same common purpose of spirit and hope after the attacks on 9/11, when we lifted each other up during such a time of tragedy and loss.
But each time? Whatever feeling of community and connection we briefly held began to ebb as we all went back to our own daily grinds and personal frets.
We lose sight of the "we" and grab hold of the "me" far too quickly these days, in my opinion, and it is to our detriment that we do so.
For it is our connections — the things that bond us to one another — that make us far more strong than we could ever be standing alone.
Digby’s faith in individual humanity got renewed recently by a simple act of decency.
Wouldn’t it be something if we could all find a way to renew each other? What if we could reach past all the trumped up divisions that line the pockets of those who trump them up, but really do nothing for the rest of us, and find some common ground?
I don’t know what the answer is to all of our problems, but I do know this: they won’t be resolved by hate.
And the folks all along the Gulf Coast who lost so much in Katrina’s disastrous wake? Imagine what we could have accomplished if the whole of the nation had come together to help out our fellow citizens in an act of true compassion and decency? We can never know what could have been, but we can certainly do better in all of the disasters to come.
We have a responsibility to each other — e pluribus unum…out of many one. Imagine what we could do if we all started living that slogan instead of just carrying it around on the money in our pockets.
On this anniversary of Katrina, let’s talk about our connections. And reach out to folks we know who need a hand, forge those connections anew. Just as we should have done from the moment the waters and wind began to lap at our nation’s shores.
We have an obligation to lift each other up when one of us stumbles, and we can’t just wash it away. Pull up a chair…





I sure hope so, Christy. But there’s a loud contingent that believes You’re On Your Own