The difference

Somebody really helped me once.

Actually, I am so lucky. I’ve had a lot of “once’s” where people have helped me. Probably too many to count.

Here is one truth for the lot of us. We are dying. By the minute. But I had a time where death was slightly more imminent. And I had some really good people who helped me. Then. And they kept on helping me. Without those kind souls, I am certain I would not be sitting here now.

Those helpers came from all different walks of life. They had different beliefs, and varying lifestyles. The one thing they had in common was a caring heart. A heart which was filled with love, and kindness, and compassion. The truest, most beautiful kind of spirits.

Over the years, I have lost touch with a few. We might see each other, from time to time, and share some good stories, and hugs, and cheer.

Well. Then time passes in our separate worlds.

Yesterday morning, I found out that one of these friends, this kind person, this angel, passed away about a year ago. I did not know, I did not get word. They did not live around here. The news was crushing.

This woman was strong and courageous, among other things. She was a pioneer, and a leader. She was a supporter, and a guardian. She was a good listener, and a magnificent advisor. She was compassionate. And kind. And now she is gone. I am so very thankful for her. To her.

As with any SuperHero, she met with some struggles in her life. She had to dodge bullets. They were bullets which came in the form of “labels.” Stigma. Identifications. Marks and Condemnations. She had to be very careful about “who knew what” concerning her life, lest she be judged.

Damn us humans and our labels and our judgments.

Yesterday, after I got this news, I saw a post on FB, labeling Oprah Winfrey as the Anti-Christ. A well-placed propaganda pitch, aimed at discrediting her in every way possible. Oprah as the Devil in Disguise. Lamb’s clothing, I think they called it. I about lost my lunch. I got so mad, sitting there, watching that tripe. The hate is beginning all over again, and people ought to know better.

Why do we feel the need to slander, attack, and maul, anything that is different?

Why? What is the fear?

Just because someone believes in something we don’t believe in, does not make them wrong or evil. It makes them different.

Who are we to judge?
Are any of us smart enough to know the absolutes of how this Universe works?

I will tell you this. I am losing patience for those who have condemned me to hell because of how I think or believe. I am growing tired of those who think they have the superiority to measure human lives. To pretend to hold the scales by which we are judged.

If you see me being hateful, villainous, or corrupt, or violent, THEN, you can give me the ticket to damnation.

But until then.

Blessed are the meek. For they, shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are the pure of heart. For they shall see.

Rest in peace my dear friend Wilma. Where the rest of the Angels Sing.


“One person can make a difference, and everyone should try.”
― John F. Kennedy


“If you are different from the rest of the flock, they bite you”
― Vincent O’Sullivan, The Next Room


“Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to a divine purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: That we are here for the sake of other men —above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day, I realize how much my outer and inner life is built upon the labors of people, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received and am still receiving.”
― Albert Einstein, Living Philosophies