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“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.” — Mister Rogers
It’s with the unspeakable events of today that I yearn for the bedtime story comfort of Mister Rogers. There’s nothing we can say that will empty our spirit of the anger, the fear, the bleeding sadness that’s pressing so hard on our hearts we cannot breathe. We almost need to be reborn into the innocence of Mister Roger’s words, look for the helpers, the caring ones, the arms flung across the sobbing….
I refuse to die one more inch inside because another madman, once a child himself giggling in some distant elementary school, ravaged his own. I refuse to believe our world is crumbling faster than collective hope can re-balance. I refuse to believe we’re destined to fall off the cliff of humanity, no matter how many bullets fly.
To live outside hope is a soulless diminished world void of any reason for being, but that we’re here to watch the world devour itself.
No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.” ― Dalai Lama XIV