I don’t know one person who thinks it’s okay for Rolling Stone to have featured that sad excuse for a human being on its cover. As I said this morning On Air with Ryan Seacrest, if Rolling Stone felt it necessary to show him (yes, I refuse to even give him power by mentioning him by name) on the cover, why not show him as the coward he is, hiding out in a parked boat in someone’s backyard? Or taken down by the brave, unstoppable force who moved in and took him into custody?
But an even better idea is to show the real strength in human beings… the heroes behind the terror that paralyzed a city. It’s the victims who have died and suffered, the family and friends who stand beside them, and the community of open arms and kind hearts who are not only still healing, but will forever be changed. THESE people (and so many more) are the worthy ones.
Let’s no longer share the hate and negativity featured on Rolling Stone’s cover but instead share the courage and strength of these inspiring people.
We rushed out the door like we do every weekday morning since mid-August. But this day was drastically different.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, it’s cold,” my 6-year-old says in a half-surprised/half whiny voice. “I don’t want to be coooooold.” It was just days ago we were wearing shorts in the morning and mocking my demand that they wear a jacket, which they usually respond to by making a cape out of it (put on hood, no arms — presto!).
But today, as we walked up to the front gates of the school, I answer their cries by zipping them up so far that you can only see half their faces, pulling their jackets over their ears and covering their practically frost-bitten hands with their sleeves. I mean, come on, what kind of school doesn’t cancel classes on a day like today?
It’s 45 degrees.
I tried to distract them with my charm and humor but my boys were less than impressed with my abilities to make smoke rings with the air from my mouth. I didn’t dare tell them my up-hill-both-ways tales or how one time, while delivering 50+ newspapers in freezing temps, my hand-me-down Levis actually stuck to the fence I was jumping over, ripping the pants wide open at the seam running down my leg.
Today, I let them have their bitter cold, bone chilling day for their childhood memories. But at some point, these kids are going to have to toughen up and experience life the way I did, even if just for a day or two.
If I can’t do it for them, I can at least do it for their future wives.