With LOVE from India...

My oldest sister, Cee (not to be confused with the niece of the same name) is an ordained minister, and her influence is global.  Tonight, she called to tell me that a Christian congregation in India was praying for me.  WOW, how powerful is that, that people half a world away from you have you in their thoughts, praying with all their might that you be healed?  It touches me deeply.

My thoughts about religion are pretty much all negative, but I have a very strong appreciation for spirituality, which is what I feel is being exhibited by all these people who don't know me from Samantha Stevens.  (I've noticed a few "Betwitched" references in this blog... what can it mean?  Besides that I'm old, thank you.)

I think that this congregation in India affects me a lot like my beloved quilts; you feel all warm and glowy because someone CARES.  Humans need to know that other humans care about their well-being.  I think we get so inundated with negative acts of humanity, by virtue of the zillion and one media outlets, that we don't always see that most of us are just freaking good people, trying to be the best we can be and give back to our fellow people.

I see it all the time; a neighbor two doors down that drives her elderly neighbor to stores, doctor's appointments and anywhere for anything, and never complains.  The dad across the street, who teaches his children to love and respect animals.  My youngest sister, who volunteers in post op at her local hospital at least once a week.  My other sisters, Jane and Nancy, who make sure I take my meds, and get to my appointments.  My niece, Alaina, who is hugely involved with the Best Buddies program at her High School. 

Well, there you have it.  I see INFINITELY more love, happiness and caring in this life than I see evil, cruelty and apathy.  Not to say I haven't seen those negative things, but they are not the norm...far from it!  I watched this whole neighborhood come together the day a punk ran down Helen the Hen, then turned his car around to try to take out her chicks. We couldn't save Helen, but that Dad across the street, along with three other neighbors and my sisters, managed to round up six or seven chicks, and gave them a chance at life.  (I wrote a poem about that day, but I think I'll spare you all.)

Ok, well, not really sure where all this came from tonight, but I think it's time for bed.  Just don't ever give up on humanity, folks.  We're worth digging through the media's dreck to find the truth about how awesome we really are.  Try it, please?