People of good will

Tomorrow we mark 14 years since the attacks. 14 years. While most of us will pause and remember, in the wake of this Syrian refugee tragedy I've been thinking about the way other countries reacted and even assisted those stranded outside the US in the days following the attack. Never in my lifetime have I know the world to feel so small. Because, it wasn't just an attack on America. It was an attack on humanity and people of good will. So when planes were diverted to Canada, the people of tiny towns and big cities came out to feed and shelter and comfort those that couldn't get home because of men and an ideology that had caused pain and fear. Whether it was a hot meal, the playing of our national anthem, the hoisting of a flag, or a place to take a shower or a nap, people came together to help however they could. Now, we are watching a mass exodus of a people who are escaping a horror that we have, thankfully, never known. All they are looking for now is a place to be safe. To know that their children and old ones are safe. And because of money and politics they are not only not being allowed in many countries, but are actually being beaten and treated like a stray dog that no one wants. I don't care about administrations and party and religious differences or ANYTHING other than the fact that these are beautiful, sacred, human lives that are asking for help and a safe place to sleep. It is horrific that this is happening, but even more shameful that the natural order is simply not to open the door and say come in. I don't care who you follow - Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, the Great Spirit, or the gingerbread man - they are all weeping for this incredibly sad and broken world we call home. If you can do nothing else, pray - to someone or something - for these people. And tomorrow, for the love of all of those men and women of good will, at least for a second...stop...and remember.