What Do We Do To Each Other?

I firmly believe that each of us are given talents and placed here on earth to share them.

Last night I watched a video of a man who had lived his childhood in foster care. One day when he ventured into a basement of one of his many placements, he saw an old piano and he taught himself to play it.

He’s now been homeless for over 30 years. When Foster Care is through with you . . . the day you turn 18, you are released from the system with nowhere to go and no one to help you. (It would be interesting to read what a life of foster care does to each individual that endures it.)

But I saw this video on facebook last night and I thought how much this man could have accomplished . . . how much more he could have shared his talents with this world, if only he had not been caught up in that horrible, dehumanizing system we pay taxes to support called “Foster Care” . . . if someone somewhere had just said, “Son, we’re going to get you piano lessons; you’re going to be free to share your talents with the whole world.”

My heart goes out to kids in foster care. As a school teacher, I’ve seen the effects it has on them. People can’t have it both ways . . . they say, “God doesn’t make any mistakes” and yet they’ll see children with parents they don’t approve of, or perhaps they’re part of that wicked system that takes children from parents and places them with others who will take them in for a hefty monthly payment from the state . . . and they say, “Look at that! God gave those children to the wrong people. Let’s correct his mistake.”

But when those children who have had tumultuous lives turn that magic age of 18, those same people say they are done with them, and off they go at that tender age to fend for themselves. To me that is crueler than leaving them with the folks God gave them to. Far, far crueler.

This man is an example of what could have been, if not for the meddling foster care system.

 

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Repercussions

re·per·cus·sion
ˌrēpərˈkəSHən,ˌrepərˈkəSHən/
noun
plural noun: repercussions
  1. 1.
    an unintended consequence occurring some time after an event or action, especially an unwelcome one.
    “the move would have grave repercussions for the entire region”
    synonyms: consequence(s), result(s), effect(s), outcome; More

I’ve spent much of my life considering possible repercussions. At times, those thoughts kept me from doing some things, and impelled me to do others. Sometimes they froze me, and I did nothing.

When you’ve had a lot of trauma in your life, you often sit and try to figure out what you did that caused it. Most of the time it’s nothing YOU did, but rather what others, often with evil intent, did to you.

I woke up this morning thinking about current events in my life and what the repercussions will be, if I handle them in a certain way. Then I considered what the repercussions will be if I don’t?

I think, for once in my life, I’m going to say “to hell with the repercussions” and forge on with what I think is right. If I’m wrong, so be it. If I’m right, well, yippee!

I cannot, and you cannot, spend every day considering everything that might happen, that might go wrong, that might change the current status quo.

This is not living. This is being shackled to a belief that I can cause or not cause certain things to happen. Perhaps I can; perhaps I can’t.

All I know is something has to change, and whatever the repercussions, change will have to happen.

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