There are days that I can’t even watch the news because of how divided it portrays the world to be. And that division is only perpetuated by us staying in our homes, glued to our TVs and computers filling our heads with what THEY want us to believe is true about ourselves.
BUT I HAVE HOPE that we are free-thinkers, that we are BETTER than we are made to believe.
But the only way we’re going to come together is through HUMAN CONTACT.
Our neighborhood had an impromptu bar-b-que on Memorial weekend. Two of them, in fact.
But on a Sunday and a Monday evening there we were: swatting at mosquitos with virtual strangers.
We didn’t know most of the neighbors, except to wave “hello” as we pass them in a car, and some lived on other streets, so even that doesn’t usually happen.
It took a generous neighbor with a really good bar-b-que and an excellent marinade recipe for chicken and ribs, to bridge the divide.
We were from different backgrounds, different nationalities, different political affiliations (I assume – no one discussed politics – hallelujah!), and in different stages of life.
We passed around the fussing baby so that the new mom could eat her dinner in peace. We found out that two people worked for the same corporation and never knew it. We talked about where we were from and where we grew up. We discovered we vacationed in the same places. We laughed and ate and made new friends.
On Sunday night, the bar-b-que went until 2am! On Monday, we only made it until 10pm.
So when the news tells me that my neighbor doesn’t think the way I do, I know the news is full of crap. I know they want headlines. They want us to hate, because it makes us watch them more.
But all it takes is a simple neighborhood bar-b-que to prove them wrong.
People are people, no matter where you go. People transcend politics, and headlines, if we’d stop buying into the hype and look up from our Smartphones long enough to smile.
We need each other. We need more bar-b-ques.
I think the men and women whose lives we celebrated on Memorial Day would have been proud to know that they didn’t die in vain. Good neighbors do still exist. People do still want to connect and reach out to one another.
Looking forward to celebrating summer and hanging out together…in spite of the mosquitoes.