I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, so to cheer myself up, and perhaps some of you as well, I have decided to write today’s post about compassion. It’s actually a repost from when I first started blogging, but its meaning is the same, nonetheless:
I sometimes get the feeling that we as a society are afraid feel and let others see our emotion and compassion. And sometimes we can just be flat out cold. I’m sure some of you have seen the show “What Would You Do?,” well this is a story from a first hand experience. I used to live in New York City (NYC), and as most know, NYC has thousands of homeless on the streets and in the subway trains. Sometimes that person is not homeless, but a severely disabled or scarred member of society that needs some change for surgery or what not. More often than not, these people are asking for money and food. As a child, you learn to adapt to your surroundings and you observe and blend into what is “normal.” Therefore as a child, I thought it was completely normal to ignore a person in need and pretend that they are not literally standing in front of you asking for help.
I moved away from the city when I was ten, and it wasn’t until I was an adult that I rode the subways and walked the streets of NYC again (I was visiting family). I cannot describe the immense pain and heartache I felt. The majority of that emotion was not only because the person was disabled or homeless. It was because 1) That person was being ignored by a train full of people or by hundreds of passerby and 2) I could not imagine how that person themselves felt to hear complete silence or no movement of help towards them when they ask for it (not to say that there weren’t some noble souls). Whenever I could, I gave to those on the subway some money and offered a prayer of blessing to those on the street and to those I did not have cash for. Like most, I sometimes wondered if they would actually use that money for good, and you know what I thought to myself? I say “it’s on them.” It’s on their soul if they decide to take advantage of person when he/she is doing something that they see right. I say to myself “don’t worry what others think, or what that person may do with the money. You’re doing what you think and feel is right.” I sometimes feel like we use the “they’ll use it for alcohol” excuse because we are afraid to show compassion for fear of being looked at as weak or foolish. If something is the right thing to do and it feels good, why not do it?
What is ironic about this topic is that emotion is treated completely differently when it comes to the media. Although it is their job to tell the news (and stretch the truth), the media tends to focus much too much on drama, and it is at times ridiculous and even offense. I will never forget when Steve Irwin died and the media asked his beautiful daughter, Bindi what she thought Steve would be saying to her at that time. Can you get any more invasive that? And with a child? Bindi smartly responded (and I’m sure her mother wisely prepared her for this intrusion) that the answer to that question was private. When the media was interviewing survivors after the 2011 tsunami in Japan some of the first words that they used to describe a man was “he looked like he’s been crying for days.” Then there was the question of “I know it’s hard on you, but can you describe how you’re feeling right now?” In tragedies of the past and tragedies of today this stupid question has never failed to be asked. We as viewers see the damage, destruction and the same horrific and saddened faces of people who have suffered because the media shows them over and over. We do not need to know how they feel because we can see it.
Good deeds of course happen everyday, and sometimes the media does capture it. I’m sure that most have heard the story about a cop buying and giving boots to a homeless man. Although it is great to hear good news often, I sometimes wonder why this has to be news in general. Then I remember my past experiences and realize that it is quite rare to see something like this happen. This is a good thing, and yet it is a reminder of something sad. With that being said, good deeds should be done in the shadows (when it can be helped of course). And whether we feel brave enough to do it in the open or do it when no one is looking, we can sometimes feel helpless, which can make us not help at all. We can feel helpless because we may feel like we are not able to effectively reach those in need whether they are near or far away (so we can therefore feel like our help has no impact), or because we simply don’t carry cash to give to those in need (I rarely carry cash). And to that I say “in honor of.” What I mean is, if you feel like you cannot help someone for whatever reason, do something in honor of them. For example, you can donate clothes in honor of those in natural disasters who lost everything. You can donate blood in honor of those who lost their lives. “In honor of” can also simply be giving someone a thought or prayer of hope and well-being. Even if you have the money in your pocket to give to those in need, just giving them a simple blessing from the heart is doing something. Do Something. I promise it will make you feel good and perhaps make you a little happier.
I hope today’s post has reached you. Let it light a flame inside of you.
Peace and Love,
Language has always been a powerful weapon throughout time. It was and still is used as a means of control and deception. Think of European attempts of “civilization” and how the media tends to use certain phrases as opposed to others, for example. The language that I want to focus on is of course English, American English to be exact. There are not many people who truly understand the significance of speaking English, let alone the difficulty in learning it. The fact that many who have been out of school for years have trouble differentiating “there,” “their” and “they’re” is proof enough of the English language’s complexity and difficulty. And because of that, I honestly feel honored and blessed to posses the skill of writing, speaking and reading it. It is also because of such that I find it shameful when those who do not posses such a skill are made fun of, or when people get irritated or even angry when English is not spoken or if someone knows very little. I find this interesting because in other countries when a foreigner attempts to speak the native tongue, you will most likely find that the person is flattered and honored. This is because language is a form of connection, and so an attempt by a foreigner to speak another language signifies their effort to build a bond and connect. Why is it that some people here don’t feel that way? Well, I believe that this is because for us, language represents change. And many detest change. Back in college, there was a class discussion on how students in a school recited the Pledge of Allegiance in Spanish. This was of course to signify the ever growing impact of the Spanish language in America. The professor discussed how many parents were upset and offended by this, and therefore asked the class how they felt. Like me, the professor was slightly offended herself that people would even be uncomfortable with the representation of diversity in the country that preaches it so often, but nevertheless, she wanted to know what the class thought. The majority of them actually believed that it was wrong, yet what stood out the most was that they couldn’t provide a valid explanation as to why they felt that way. Some said it was because the Pledge of Allegiance is a representation of the country and so it was strange and uncomfortable to have it recited in another language…I’m sorry, what? This once again brings me back to the statement that many say and act like this country is so accepting and open, and yet they unconsciously reveal the complete opposite. I say “unconsciously” because I believe that they really didn’t know the significance of their words. And this means even more considering that they were speaking from emotions that they felt deep down. What is there to be offended about? Shouldn’t parents be happy that their children are being educated on another language? Shouldn’t we be jumping for joy that something that is so important to us is said in another language? Is there a deeper fear of something that many are afraid to say out loud? I think so.
I have lost count of the number of foreigners that I have met that know multiple tongues. I will even go so far as to say that almost all of them knew at least two other languages. I’m not talking about a couple words here and there, I’m talking about actually knowing another language. And I am envious of them. Why? Let’s see, counting middle school, high school, and college I took french for six years, latin for three, and Italian for one. Today I can only speak, read and write English. What about you? Is there not something wrong here? I remember complimenting my English professor because she fluently knew French. You know what she said? “Oh, you students aren’t being educated properly.” My jaw dropped, and I sulked back to my desk as I pondered the validity and significance of her statement.
There are so many people in other nations that are longing to learn the English language because of what it represents to them and the world. Some of them believe that the language signifies power and prestige. I cannot begin to count the numbers of ways that this is ironic, but I’ll let you do that. Did you know that there is a multitude of Japanese and Korean singers and groups whose names and/or song titles are in English? Did you also know that a chunk of their songs are in English or have English lyrics? I have several Japanese and Korean songs on my ipod and 100% of them have English lyrics, a song title in English and/or a band name in English. Language is used as a means to build the three Cs: Communication, Community and Connection. Shouldn’t it be the same for us?
Peace and Love