We would like to take a few moments to pay tribute to the men and women who lost their lives in the senseless tragedy that unfolded a few days ago in Orlando.
It is a sobering reminder that humans are capable of the most beautiful dreams and, simultaneously, the most horrendous nightmares. You can never truly know what's going on inside someone's head if they don't want you to know.
The outpouring of love and support for Orlando and the gay community in these past few days are a reminder of just how well we can all get along if and when we want to; although it's sad that it normally takes a tragedy for such solidarity to manifest. Otherwise we're all engrossed in our own little worlds, honking and flipping each other off in traffic.
Today, before the feeling of unity fades away, take a minute to tell someone you love how you really feel. You never know if that may be the last time you get the chance.
“Not one day in anyone’s life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem, no matter whether you are a seamstress or a queen, a shoeshine boy or a movie star, a renowned philosopher or a Down’s-syndrome child. Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kindnesses for others, both by conscious acts of will and unconscious example. Each smallest act of kindness—even just words of hope when they are needed, the remembrance of a birthday, a compliment that engenders a smile—reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each thoughtless expression of hatred, each envious and bitter act, regardless of how petty, can inspire others, and is therefore the seed that ultimately produces evil fruit, poisoning people whom you have never met and never will. All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined—those dead, those living, those generations yet to come—that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands. Therefore, after every failure, we are obliged to strive again for success, and when faced with the end of one thing, we must build something new and better in the ashes, just as from pain and grief, we must weave hope, for each of us is a thread critical to the strength—to the very survival of the human tapestry. Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.” ― Dean Koontz, From the Corner of His Eye