Like It's My Last...

Without sharing all of my personal opinions about the Troy Davis case, and how some of you responded to it, I do want to share how the action of strangers during this time really inspired me. It's a very simple concept, actually. I  had been thinking on it for some time, considering my personal situation with my mom. It finally came to me as I was watching the news coverage and I saw the people rejoice when the stay was announced...and later weep once the Supreme Court ruled to not blokk his execution.

As I mentioned before, or at least thought I had mentioned before, my mom is fighting her own battle with cancer. She was diagnosed around this time last year and she's been...fighting. It's been rough. But the funny thing is, at least to me, all these years we've been in Georgia...or at this house and we hardly EVER had company. Nobody came to visit. They all said we lived too far. Busy. Working. Anything but not visiting. Now, my mother may very well be dying and we can't keep people out of the house. It's amazing and she loves it. It makes her feel like somebody gives a fukk. She noticed the change, but she doesn't give a damn if they didn't come 3 or 5 years ago when she was healthy. And she's not worried about if they will or won't come tomorrow or a week from now, because she may not be here.That's what I thought about when I watched the coverage on my local news. It helped me, in some sense, really see what was important.

That's what I thought about when people said..."well why you give a fukk now? You didn't care 22 years ago when he was arrested." And I thought to myself, Troy probably doesn't give a fukk who didn't care 22 years ago. It's his last day on earth, and there are THOUSANDS of people outside praying for him...and supporting him. People that he's never met, but he has nonetheless managed to inspire. True enough, it was not the outcome that the crowd expected, but they were there when it mattered. He didn't die alone. He didn't die thinking nobody gave a fukk if he lived or if he didn't. That meant something to me.

People always say, live like it's your last. Live like you won't see tomorrow. Well on that day, I decided that it would be pretty nice if we always treated people like it was THEIR last. Like we wouldn't see them tomorrow. Not just our loved ones. But EVERYbody. Even the cashiers and customer service people having a bad day...and your evil coworkers...and the family you don't love so much. I know it's not a novel idea, but dammit, it's the right thing to do! :D #SYM1Done


A. Lewis, Poet and Gentleman said...

Ah, I love you. Such an interesting perspective as always. And I wish your mother the very best in her fight!

Mr. Johnson S.k.a. King Jaffe said...

Great blog, I remember meeting your mom years ago, a lovely woman, will be praying for her & the family