When my father died I gathered with a group of friends at a restaurant in Riverside. They met me there to comfort me, wipe my tears and protect me from the initial grief.
One of my friends and I talked about the person who I quoted on today’s Chalkboard, Kahlil Gibran. I can tell you everything each one of my friend’s did for me on that painful Saturday in October of 2020. Every individual act of kindness that I received from the dozen people that comforted me that day.
I talk today about that one person because our paths crossed last night. I asked this person why I was defriended and blocked on Facebook. The answer I received was because I support Israel.
A person that put their arms around me when my father died. A person that baked cookies to cheer up Hazel. A person that welcomed me and supported me when I moved to Riverside….
… no longer speaks to me because I support my Jewish friends.
I sat across from this person twelve hours after my dad went to heaven and talked about Kahlil Gibran. We talked about love, joy, sorrow, passion, pain and freedom.
…Now we won’t speak ever again.
The end of this friendship won’t be a tragic loss, but the reason for its demise is unfortunate.
You can take a person that is loved and respected. Someone who is a really good person and peal away the deception and find an antisemite.
I’m going to close the book on this one. I’m no mastermind when it comes to hate. I have hatred tarnishing my heart every morning. I won’t go to heaven if I don’t clean this problem up.
I am also guilty of defriending and blocking someone who supports the group of people that I dislike. So I can’t be a hypocrite of the person that doesn’t stand with Israel.
The lesson for the Shepkids when they go through all these Morning Chalkboards.
Life is too short to hate and hatred doesn’t get you into heaven.
I’m done getting the poop off of my chest.
It is Taylor Swift Sunday… I don’t care who wins the game. I won’t remember the winner in six months. I want to bury some guacamole and some chili and watch Us/Her butcher the halftime show.
We are in the middle of a mild February and Fat Tuesday is this week. Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.
