I wondered if I would write this post. I wondered if I would feed into the frenzy. Truth be told I did not know Michael Jackson, go figure. His music didn’t move me. He didn’t have a profound impact on my life. I will say this, each and every person has made a profound impact on someone, and for that reason I have not written this. I do not know what kind of person he was. I do not know what kind of son, brother, or father he was. I do know that there are three kids without a father. This breaks my heart. I know that on those children’s life he made a profound impact.
With all this said, let me talk about the people who have made a profound impact on my life. Her name is Terry. She is for now a 4th grade teacher. She used to teach 6th grade. Before that, she taught kids at risk of dropping out of school. Before that, she taught special education. She has been teaching 30 years now. I can not begin to count the number of students that have walked in and out of her classroom. When she leaves this world, I can only pray that people will respect the profound impact she has had on this world. Terry is just an everyday mom and teacher. You won’t see her on the tabloid covers or on CNN, but be sure that she made an impact.
I have friends who’s husbands have joined the Navy, the Marines, the Army, etc. Those husbands are someones son, brother, father. Sometimes those husbands are not husbands they are wives, sisters, mothers, etc. Each day they are fighting for a liberty, diplomacy, freedom that we take for granted. I take for granted. On the Memorial Day, I am planning my 3 day weekend and often forgetting why the day exists. Each year on the 4th, I tell a story of how I was due on the 4th but held off 10 days to wait till Bastille day. I vote every 4 years for a president that up until this year, I did based on what my friends were voting. It wasn’t until two years ago with the hype of Obama/Clinton/McCain that I really researched wether I was a Republican or Democrat. I am not a great American. I have not showed a lot of pride, but I am truly blessed. I am blessed that I could so hap-hazardly take almost 10 years to decide what I believed in, because of men and women fighting and dying for my lazy lifestyle. They are just everyday men and women who fight and die for every single citizen in this country. They impact the lives of not 1 person, not 100 or even 1000, but the entire 300 million plus people in this country, and yet still, you do not see them on the cover of magazines in the check out stand. You do not see celebrities playing at their funerals or their memorials taking place in arenas. Instead you see the klan of Westboro Baptist Church picketing their funerals.
So while I wish to take nothing away from the impact that one man made on the lives of his children, his family, and anyone else who was blessed to have him in their lives, I have to wonder why tax payers are being asked via twitter for donations. Where are the donations for memorials for our teachers, our soldiers, our mothers, our daughters? I am just wondering…what is wrong with this picture?