This past Sunday night a psychotic gunned down 58 people at a music festival in Las Vegas, Nevada.
A horrible, violent act frozen forever in images and replaying in minds for eternity. But, time is marching on and it refuses to rewind to give anyone another chance.
Hatred wears a vivid and loathsome face, dull and dark.
Love radiates and is priceless in its qualities. It is in every child’s eyes, wrapped inside the warm hugs of friends, reverberating between claps at a ball game, beating inside the hearts and homemade cookies of grandparents, wrapped inside the hands of bus drivers, and pulsing within every vein of first responders and strangers helping strangers.
Hatred is dark and vile and has no light.
Mr. Rogers often told the story about what his mother would say when he would see scary things on the news:
“My mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’….I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”
It is a phrase that has been given too many opportunities to be utilized, but it is true.
What is also true is that the helpers are present every, single day absent the tragedy. Helpers don’t need devastation to be helpers. And, we don’t need devastation to see helpers. Helpers are there. They are here. Every day.
They are you and me.
Hatred will never win.