Will we ever grow out of the fear we feel?
I am amazed by the outburst of panic that has arisen
from the Swine Flu “epidemic.”
Certainly no one should die of this disease, but, if we look at the situation
realistically, more people die of car crashes in a day than have died of this illness, more people still die in
childbirth, more from gunshots and, perhaps, more from the “ordinary” flu.
Why do you suppose it has generated national panic?
Is swine flu a distraction, a concrete fear to grab onto in this turbulent time of economic downturn? Perhaps. Perhaps it is also a way to cast shadows upon illegal immigration and blame the “aliens” for something from Mexico.
How better could our energies be spent than in fear?
In what ways might I quell the storms of fear in my own life and be a beacon of hope in the lives of others in
this turbulent and frightening time in our lives and in the life of our nation?
I think too of the fear that women around the world face everyday each with entirely different causes for their fears. The commonality for them is being female in a male dominated society.
I have to think of the local people in New York City who have yet to heal from 911.
People who just had their memories stirred by a less than thoughtful flyby that you read about recently.Perhaps some people knew about it, but who takes responsibility for the multitudes of people whose 911 memories still bear sharp edges and hollow souls? Certainly not the pilots of those Air Force jets just following orders.
Who is there to comfort the women who are afraid to leave their homes because of their fears of these kinds of unknowns and worse? How can we bring light into their darkness?
How into our own?
