Save. The. Day.

ctureOn Monday morning I could not write.

Nor Tuesday . . .

Just had Alexa play Tom Petty . . .

I didn’t blast it . . .  he played softly in the background . . . until . . .

. . . “I Won’t Back Down!”.

I am pretty sure many in our wide world were playing Petty and praying Las Vegas.

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There is no rational for a mad man.

I learned this morning it could have been another outdoor concert.  Fortunately for those concert goers, that hotel did not have a room.

I am tired of the negative.

I could go negative every day.

My sweet little middle class neighborhood is unrecognizable from where it was 20 years ago.   It’s gone down hill.  Not friendly. Everyone stays inside, likely attached to a virtual life of gaming or television, after work.  No potluck dinners, games of horseshoes, bunco, holiday gatherings . . .  few options if you lock yourself out . . . wouldn’t think of borrowing a cup of sugar . . .

Each day, I take a moment on the steps . . . take a fresh breath and say to myself . . . “Seek . . . the gift of today”.

🎁Every day brings gifts.

🇺🇸America is a very special place of givers.

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This little letter to Mike Rowe . . . with a his response, and link to his story of Mama Ginger in Black Diamond . . . not to far from 34th Street . . . is a gift to share.

. . . and readers . . . friends of 34 . . . I haven’t even hit the steps outside before I found a wealth of hope for this day.

🍵Wealthy Wednesday.

💗Like it!

Here goes . . .

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Mike Rowe – Returning The Favor

Mike – I live in Las Vegas, and I’ve seen you here often. Once, in the lobby at Mandalay Bay. We’re all shattered here, obviously. A comforting word from you would go a long way…

Molly Carr

 

Hi Molly

I’m not surprised you saw me at the Mandalay. I cleaned their shark tank back in 2006, and I’ve stayed there at least thirty times since. Maybe that’s why my initial thoughts about this latest tragedy were so random and strange. Even before I imagined myself in the thick of the chaos, (as I always do,) and even before I thanked God that I wasn’t, (as I don’t do enough,) I found myself wondering if I had used the same elevator as the killer.

Isn’t that odd?

As people were being murdered in the most cowardly way imaginable, by a creature I can barely think of as human, I lay in my bed at home, stunned and horrified – wondering if I had stood in the same box and pushed the same buttons as the man now destroying countless lives and families.

Since I’ve ridden all the elevators at Mandalay, I determined that the answer was yes.

I then wondered if the killer and I had shared the same bar stool in the lobby? Had we swam in the same pool, or chatted up the same bellman, or played a hand of blackjack at the same table? Had we slept in the same bed?

It’s not a stretch. I’ve stayed on the 32nd floor of Mandalay before. I remember looking down at the sprawling, empty space 300 feet below my window – the same sprawling space that was recently filled with thousands of people having a good time, right up until they weren’t, courtesy of a monster.

Yesterday, I was struck by how unknowingly we rub elbows with evil. How we share the highways and bi-ways with hollowed-out men and craven women whose capacity for wickedness knows no bounds. It would be convenient if such people all looked the same, but alas, they don’t. They look just like us. And so we dine with them in restaurants, unknowingly. We walk by them in shopping malls, sit next to them in theaters, and maybe even hold the door for them as they smile and nod in thanks.

I’m sorry, Molly. I know these are not comforting words. The world is as uncertain as the people in it, and we share this rock with some very uncertain folks. But we also share it with living proof that hope will never die.

Take comfort in men who threw themselves over other people’s children. They are no less real than the killer, and they are still with us.

Take comfort in the woman who loaded wounded strangers into her car and drove them out of harm’s way.

Take comfort in the hundreds of first responders who risk their lives every day, and the hundreds of anonymous citizens who stood in line to give their blood.

Take comfort in the fact all good people are shattered, and that you are not alone.

There are no words, Molly, at least in my vocabulary, to bring you the comfort you seek. But there are people among us who restore my faith in the species, even as others seek to rob me of it. I can introduce you to those people. That’s what I’ve tried to do with my little slice of cyber space, and that’s what I can do today. The same thing I do every Tuesday.

This is Momma Ginger. Momma and her fellow Soup Ladies spend their lives waiting for disaster and tragedy to strike. When the unthinkable happens, they drive to the scene with a trailer filled with homemade soup, and feed the first-responders.

It sounds like a small thing. It isn’t. When it comes to kindness, there are no small things. And when it comes to keeping hope alive, our first responders are the best example there is. This is the woman who takes care of them.

 

LOVE

 

🍵 🔗 Take comfort in her. (This link will warm your heart)

 

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The Soup Ladies

Focus on the heroes.

I love how she said “Somebody get a picture!” when a film crew was in her house.

 

w/L

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