Showing posts with label George W. Bush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George W. Bush. Show all posts

11 August 2013

Words Mean Nothing...


As I approach the 2/3rd mark on my year of giving daily, if there is one thing that has become crystal clear— with absolutely no room for doubt— is that words mean nothing, actions mean everything when it comes to helping people.

Before this year, I gave to charity, but more often than not, I wasn’t putting my money (or my time) where my mouth was (except for my time on the Liberty Hill Foundation board). I talked a lot and had a lot of empathy for those less fortunate, but, guess what? Empathy means squat when it comes to actually helping. Empathy doesn’t get one disenfranchised kid a job that needs one. Empathy doesn’t save one animal in a kill shelter. Empathy doesn’t help get laws passed that discriminate against certain sectors. It takes money and manpower to do that. In other words, it takes action: whether that comes from volunteering or writing a check or both. 

I really saw this when I volunteered during the 2012 election. I wasn’t going to say for which candidate, but it’s probably not too hard to guess that I was for Obama over Romney. I went to Las Vegas the weekend before the election and knocked on doors to encourage people to get out to vote. It was amazing how many people needed to be reminded that the election was the upcoming Tuesday and that their polling place on Tuesday would be different from where they could have voted in early voting. I have no idea what kind of difference we made in getting people to vote for Obama (although Nevada did go blue), but I know for a fact we helped a lot of people from going to the wrong polling place.  There was something deeply satisfying with talking to strangers about our right to vote and connecting with them on  that level. And, by the way, if they said they were going to vote for Romney, we didn’t try to dissuade them (much), and we made sure they still knew where to go on Tuesday. 

When I stress action, that’s not to say I don’t believe in kindness and intention. Mother Teresa said “we’ve forgotten that we belong to each other” and that’s true. We let outside markers, like sexual orientation, skin color, religious preferences, political affiliation, ethnic differences, etc., divide us when inside we are all exactly the same and we all want the same things: to be loved, respected, fed, clothed, nourished (body and soul), and given the opportunity to flourish and contribute to the best of our abilities. I know that sounds high-minded, but I really do believe that even those that society is quick to write off just need a chance to show that someone believes in them and that they can contribute. It matters that we think kindly towards others and wish them well. This past week I had a discussion with someone about the level of hate speak out there directed to politicians whose views may oppose ours. I’m distressed every day by the level of violent rhetoric that gets tossed around on Facebook about politicians. I really try to never wish anyone ill will. I’m going to get political again, but this past week, I read that President George W. Bush had a stent put in for a blocked artery. I was not very fond of Bush during his time in office, but all I did was wish him well in my mind and hope for a speedy recovery. It’s not that I don’t have horrible thoughts, I most certainly do, but I don’t want to even put them out into the universe by saying them aloud. If we really believe that good intentions and good thoughts have reverberations, then we have to believe bad ones do too... in ways we may never realize. 

This popped up on Facebook today (even though it’s been around for months) and while it’s a bit harsh in going to the extreme for the sake of making its point, the fundamental take away is: if you’re not taking some action, you’re taking up space (again, it is a might harsh in some places). It’s called “Six Harsh Truths That Will Make You A Better Person.”   It really doesn't have much to do with what I'm writing about other than the take action part, but it makes you think...or at least, it did me. 

I’ve been on a bit of a social justice/social services kick lately, so today’s $10 goes to Beyond Shelter, a Los Angeles-based organization that fights chronic poverty, welfare dependency and homelessness by finding housing for the homeless first. According to its website, Beyond Shelter creates a team around a client- first finding her and her family shelter (as you know, single female, head of households are among those worst affected by the economic downturn). Once they have a roof over their heads, then the client can begin to work on job development, schooling, etc. Beyond Shelter works with its clients for at least a year to help the client and her family transition from welfare to work. (On a side note, if you’re looking for a great way to help that will really make you feel good, Beyond Shelter’s website has a link to its Kmart Gift Registry, where you can go buy a household supply for someone who has gone from homelessness to a home. It’s a wonderful way to help. Items include basics like mixing bowls, brooms, irons, plates....)



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23 May 2013


Michael is king of the Bigg Chill parking lot. The Bigg Chill is a west side institution in LA. Long before Starbucks’ Howard Schultz invested $27 million in Pinkberry, The Bigg Chill was serving frozen yogurt from a small storefront just south of UCLA...far enough to be away from any campus traffic, but close enough and a straight enough shot down Westwood that the sorority girls driving the expensive cars their daddies bought them often need help navigating their way out of the tight, efficient parking lot. 

That’s where Michael comes in. For two years now he’s been there almost every night. Tall and strapping, with towels thrown over his right shoulder, he’s there to wash people’s windows while they enjoy their yogurt. Then, when they are ready to leave, he directs and stops traffic and helps people out of tight spots. He wears a vest that has fluorescent safety tape on it and a cap.

Though he doesn’t look old enough, Michael tells me that he served in Vietnam. He used to be a truck driver, but his job went to Mexico and he says he’s still mad at Bush Senior for that, but he doesn’t want to sit around and do nothing.  “I’ve got 10 fingers and 10 toes and five senses. There’s no reason for me not to be working,” he says. 

Michael lives up the road at the VA Home with other war veterans and it turns out he’s a little peeved at another Bush, George W. As someone who served his country proudly, he’s still upset about the Iraq War and that some of his comrades were “killed for a lie. And now Bush is in Texas, and Cheney is in Montana.”  I don’t engage him in any kind of debate, I just listen. He’s calm, but there’s an anger that roils under the surface. 

My friend and I shake Michael’s hand, thank him for his service to our country, and  get into our car. After making sure our path is clear, Michael comes back to the front of the car, stands ramrod straight and he salutes us as we leave. His form is perfect. 

About 20 minutes later, as I’m driving back home, the Bigg Chill has closed, but Michael is still there, walking the perimeter, making sure his kingdom is safe one last time until he returns tomorrow. 

May 23: Michael


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