Tuesday, November 25, 2014

For the Anna's...


This morning - I am mindful of the store owners, managers and employees - and their families - in Ferguson. On what should be a week of Thanksgiving - it's sad that the thing they might be the most thankful for is to still be alive.

In my mind I imagine the following:

A little girl gets up early in the morning. She is about 2 to 3 years old. She exits her room in her pink footy pajamas, thinking that Mommy and Daddy are late getting her up, and wondering why. Her blanket trailing her, she walks down the hallway of her home, looking for her parents.

About halfway down the hallway, she hears something she's never heard before - the sound of her father crying. At first, this scares her - she's never heard her father cry. Then she hears the comforting voice of her mother, that same voice that comforts her when she is sad and crying.

Only this time - she's comforting her husband.

The little girl walks to her parents bedroom, the door is open. The emotional impact of her father crying has already started tears down her face, she feels his pain, even if she does not know what it is.

The little girl peeks around the door and carefully into the room, where she sees her parents. They are in their pajamas, and her mother is there, just holding her father. His face is buried into her breasts  somewhat muffling the sobs. Her arms are wrapped around him, and she is just holding him, comforting him, loving him.

The little girl's mother looks up and notices our little girl peeking into the room, who's name is Anna. The mother musters up a smile for Anna, and Anna musters a smile back. Mothers always seem to sense when their children are around.

"Come on child.", Anna's mother says as she gestures Anna to come up on the bed with them.

Anna slowly enters the room, the sight of her father crying scares her and makes her feel a little less safe at that moment. She stops and takes a moment, unsure.

"It's ok Anna, common.", her mother beckons her. For Anna does not know the degree of comfort that she gives her own mother at moments like this. Anna is her mothers little safety blanket. 

Anna takes a deep breath and then walks over to the bed where her mother and father are. She climbs up on the bed and gently crawls over up in between her parents. Her parents, who are sitting up slightly, their heads and bodies cushioned by pillows, make space for her as she crawls up.

Anna's father tries hard to compose himself so that Anna won't be afraid, but he know's it's too late. Yet more embarrassment to add to the moment for him.  Yet, he knows that it is simply the way things are. Nothing is the same anymore, nothing will be the same for a long time, if ever.

"Why is Daddy Crying?", Anna asks her mother in a voice that is only slightly less than that of a whisper.

Her mother looked at her father. The love, compassion and concern for her husband clearly evident. 

"Your father is sad, Anna, because some bad people burned down his store last night. He is sad because some of the people who did this, he knew. One he even thought was his friend. "

"Why did they burn the store down mommy?", Anna replied.

"I don't know for sure honey.", was all her mother could say. In fact, this was a true statement. She didn't understand the violence. She didn't understand the hatred. She didn't understand why their families store had to be burned down last night.

"What happens now, Mommy?", Anna asked.

Her mother had no ready response for Anna. She reflected on the many ramifications from last nights burning of their shop. Her husband had minimal insurance, with a high deductible. Everything was destroyed in the fire, and he wasn't even sure that his insurance would cover him at all since the fire was the result of a riot.

Then there was the question of the emotional ability of rebuilding in Ferguson. The feeling of betrayal and pain and sadness was almost more than they could bear. He had told her that he wasn't even sure he wanted to rebuild at all, much less in Ferguson. In one moment he went from loving this town and the people within it, to escaping the destruction of his store and the loss of his own life. 

The store had been his dream. It had been the promise of a bright future for Anna, and his family. With it's loss, he was unsure how he would proceed or what he would do. He'd been emasculated in the worst way possible, by people he'd trusted.

Anna's father sat up in bed, and looked at Anna. He needed her hugs. He reached out her arms to Anna and wrapped them around her. Anna reciprocated the embrace, telling her daddy, "I love you, Daddy."

And in those words, and in the words of his wife, he took comfort. He was thankful that day, he realized. He was thankful for them. Yet, he hurt greatly, because he did not know how he would provide for them in the future. He did not know what he would do, where he might get a job or where he might go to get a job. He did not know how he would explain to his Anna that Christmas this year was going to be different than she was used to. He didn't know how he was going to tell her that there would not be the after Christmas clothes shopping that Anna and her mother did last year. 

He didn't know how he was going to pay the bills next month, much less provide a Christmas. Everything he had, he put into the store. Everything he saved, he used to repair the store after the first riots. Now, there was nothing left. There was no savings, no income, no retirement. Nothing. He would have to start all over again. 

Yes, the people of Ferguson had hurt one of their own, and in fact, Anna's story is just one of many likely stories. A story of selfish people, without principle, lofted from issue to issue by leadership that lacked morals and only sought power. A story of a family ripped apart by greed, anger and lawlessness. A family ripped apart by the mistaken belief that somehow there would be peace. Their life savings lost in the mistaken hope that humanity would triumph. 

Pray for the Anna's - the truly innocent.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Beyond just caring for someone...

Quote:

The Doctor: Why? Do you think that I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?
When I heard this quote, my mind just raced. Imagine - loving someone so much that no mater what they did to you - that you are capable of seeing through the act, and understand the reason. This one quote alone just fills my heart up, and there is so much I could write.

First, let me add a bit of context to the quote:

Clara is the companion to the Doctor. In this moment, Clara has faced a grief greater than she can
comprehend, let alone deal with. The man she loved (Mr. Pink) has just been killed. She was on the phone with him when he died. He died crossing the street, talking to her on the phone. You can imagine the pain, grief, guilt and everything else that was going through Clara's heart and mind.

Clara struggles with Mr. Pink's death for days, unwilling to let her emotions go. She ultimately decides to prevail upon the Doctor to make him change the past. She suggests that they visit an active volcano. Clara then secretly collects all seven TARDIS keys. After the TARDIS arrives, she incapacitates the Doctor with a sleep-inducing patch. Once the Doctor wakes up at the volcano, locked out of the TARDIS, Clara throws the keys one by one into the lava - the only way to destroy them (shades of LOTR).

Clara says she will not stop unless the Doctor agrees to save Danny (Mr. Pink). The doctor insists that saving Mr. Pink would create a time paradox that could destroy all of them. As he continues to refuse, Clara throws each key into the volcano, one by one. Finally - the last key. The doctor refuses again and Clara tosses that key into the lava - completing her betrayal of the doctor.

She falls to her knees after the last key is thrown. I believe in that one moment - Clara believed that not only had she betrayed the Doctor, but she had also betrayed her beloved Mr. Pink. This make her grief almost more than she could bare. Beyond this, I think Clara realizes that she has betrayed even herself in that moment. In those personal revelations, Clara finds herself in the self same hell that is represented by the heat, volcano and lava that is all around her. She has made this hell, it is of her own doing.


Also, I see this message... in allowing our emotions to control our actions, even in the worst of moment, we may well take away from ourselves the last opportunity of hope in a mindless, grief stricken act. In her act, Clara took away the only thing that could have ever helped her to get what she hoped for - the TARDIS. In throwing away the keys, all hope of recovering Mr. Pink were gone. She left the doctor no opportunity to reconsider his decision or think better of it. In her emotional pain and resulting outburst, she destroyed the only possible solution.


Yet, in all of this, as she cries, Clara confesses that she would have done it all over again, the same way. The represents, to me, a simple fact. That in our grief and pain, we sometimes just are not capable of understanding the magnitude of our ill-thought actions. It may be after a while we will realize, but it might also be that we will never realize just how bad the decisions that were made really were.

And then everything changes.

After Clara throws in the last key, we find that she was the one with the sleep patch, and that the patch does not have any effect on the doctor. Clara is now at the bottom of the pit, there is no where else to go. She expects that the doctor will simply put her out as a result of her betrayal. When the doctor says they are going to hell, Clara believes that he means he is taking her there. Then, there is this dialogue between the two of them. I  personally believe that this might be among the finest dialogue in Dr. Who, perhaps any video media ever. It is strong, powerful and with deep meaning. It is who we are, and who we should be in the face of betrayal.


It is a clear and unmistakable message to Clara from the Doctor..

The Doctor: Clara? You asked me what we're going to do, I told ya. We're going to go to hell,
or wherever it is people go when they die, if there is anywhere. Whatever it is we're gonna go
there and we're gonna find Danny. And if it is in any way possible, we're going to bring him home.
Every culture has a concept of an afterlife. I always meant to have a look around, see if I could find one.

Clara: You're going to help me?
The Doctor: Well, why wouldn't I help you?
Clara: Because of what I just did, I just...
The Doctor: You betrayed me. You betrayed our trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything that I've ever stood for. You let me down!
Clara: Then why are you helping me?

The Doctor: Why? Do you think that I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

There, the doctor reveals his inner most self. He reveals the perfect reaction to the betrayal by one we say we love. If we truly love someone, then we will see beyond the betrayal. We will allow our caring, our love and our patience to intercede when we might otherwise allow pain, anger, confusion and disappointment become the ruler of our minds and hearts.

So, when people are surprised that I do not feel any anger, animosity or hate towards the person who betrayed me.... Maybe you understand now. In the end, loving someone is the central theme and everything else is periphery. That, my friends, is true love.