It’s quiet here tonight. Dave and I stayed home and watched episodes of “Justified” while he tinkered with his computer and I worked on a wreath for my cousin. The kids are both out with friends…Izzy to watch the Ronda Rousey fight and Ben to watch movies and play video games.
Little was said about the events of the week. We’ve watched as bad things have happened to people we know and to people we would never get a chance to know. We’ve watched the news, and we’ve read the stories online. Some stories made us angry, and some caused us to weep.
There’s no way to fully appreciate just how lucky you are until you see someone who isn’t. Tonight, I know just how lucky I am. It’s a dangerous world we live in. At any moment, you could be sitting in a restaurant or watching your favorite band play, only to be shot by a terrorist. You could be driving down the street and be hit by a drunk driver. You could be crushed in your home by an earthquake or be killed in a suicide bombing attack. These are all things that happened this week…and one of them happened to someone we know.
And people got angry over a coffee cup.
I shared a meme over on Facebook, making fun of those that got pushed out over the supposed “War on Christmas,” which prompted a conservative friend to engage with me over what he had perceived to be a mean-spirited attack. One of the things that I like best about this man is that though we patently disagree on just about every political point, we can always have thoughtful, respectful discussions. He is a kind man, a good husband and father, a military veteran, a man of very strong Christian faith and values, and a man with a healthy curiosity about what makes people tick.
We met through football. Our boys are a year apart in age and played on the same team for several seasons. During many nights on the sidelines, while the boys practiced, we’d talk politics, some faith, social issues, and the world view in general. Never do we argue, and never do we end up with hurt feelings. We both come at it with the underlying friendship as the anchor.
All day, every day, you can find an argument if you want one. The comment section of any post can show you the worst of people. The relative anonymity behind a keyboard makes it too easy for people to let their prejudices show and forget to exercise tact, respect or kindness. I saw this on posts about the car accident, on posts about the attacks in Paris, and several other topics that didn’t warrant such ugliness.
Tonight, I’m grateful to have a friend like Russ, who seems to enjoy sparring with his bleeding heart liberal buddy. Though there are many things we disagree on, we can both agree that there are more important things, such as family and friendship.