I woke up early this morning, full of joy in the newness of the year---so many challenges to look forward to, so many things to put behind us from the "old" year! It's our season for starting over, and boy was I enthused!
My good spirits turned to shock when I read about the tragic drive-by shooting death of Denver Broncos' cornerback Darrent Williams last night.
I went to the Denver Post website to read the details. There was a place where I could post a comment. I don't normally post comments myself, but quite often I read to see what other people are thinking. This time I considered offering my condolences to the family, since the Broncos' have been my home team for the past 30-odd years.
I clicked on the link.
I was absolutely appalled by the racial filth posted there. A very talented young man with a promising future was cut down at age 24, and there were asshats dancing on his grave because of the color of his skin.
Someone at the paper got wise and took it down later.
I checked AOL News and clicked on the "Post Your Thoughts" link (those who have AOL will know what I'm talking about). It was the same there. Amongst the sincere condolences was filth. I felt like vomiting.
Where do these people come from? What rocks do they crawl out from under?
I went upstairs and woke my husband up. We watched the news together with our guys. As former Denverites, we knew exactly where the shooting took place.
A week or so ago, I read in an article that golfer Tiger Woods and his wife are expecting their first baby this summer. We're fans, and I was delighted for them. I clicked on the "Post Your Thoughts" link, and was disturbed to find much of the same garbage that I read today. Of course I filed this away in my "things to blog about in the New Year" file, and planned to write about it some time in the future.
I guess the future is today, the first day of the New Year.
How do people live full lives with such hate inside them?
How can they truly taste the wonderfulness of crisp, fresh spring air when their throats are choking on the fumes of malignance?
How can they truly marvel at the music in the laughter of children when their ears are so clogged with loathing?
How can they truly open their souls to another with love when their hearts are full of venomous tumors?
My feeling is that they can't. How sad for them.
So my wish for 2007 is that whatever Higher Power is watching over us will help us look into our own hearts and heal our hate.
Because it's a sickness. It really is.
And it's eating us from the inside out.