Saturday Morning/ Raising Children/ Just Shoot Me
Yesterday my younger son Zachary showed me a video he made and I would share it with you except for a couple of things. First of all it’s on Facebook and I have no idea how to link to it or embed it. It’s as if they want to suck stuff in like a vaccuum hose but not share any of it with the world.
Maybe that’s unfair. I don’t know. But from my technologically unsophisticated point of view this is what it seems. And I do believe that I have just achieved some sort of record when it comes to putting a large number of syllables into two adjoining words.
But who cares? I don’t. Because even if I could share this video I would be concerned about sharing it. It has so many photos of such hopelessness I would risk pushing some poor, hapless person over the edge upon which they are trying to balance at the moment.
So we viewed his video yesterday. I saw photos of little black children in Africa who must be around six years old holding machine guns and smiling. See?
And after it was over he told me that he plans to work for UNRWA when he graduates. UNRWA is The United Nations Relief and Works Agency. His specific area of interest is the Palestinian refugee situation.
And while I am proud of him for wanting to help impoverished people I am also scared to death about him going to an area where there is a lot of violence and he is a big target.
Here’s a link to UNRWA in case you would like to take a journey into another world. I think he told me that half the world (or maybe it was more) lives on a dollar or less per day. It’s just unbelievable in any case.
I spent many years working with homeless people and people with debilitating psychiatric and/or drug problems in THIS country. So all I can say to him is put your idealism in your back pocket and prepare to stuggle with some very real demons.
They are so young our children.
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