This is on display here in my hometown. There is chalk available and people write in what they wish to do or accomplish before they do. It was interesting to read the wall. Some of the responses were heart breaking, some thought provoking and some just plain silly. Someone had written in F U C K, but someone else came along and changed the F to an R. Just doesn’t have the same meaning, does it? Changing it to a B might have made more sense, I don’t know.
I haven’t really thought about my bucket list, because that tends to depress me, leading me to regrets about things I have not done, rather than focusing on the fact that life is short and opportunities should not be wasted. I didn’t graduate from college. Not even community college. I attended long enough that I should have graduated, but I didn’t. My early adulthood was a hot mess. Depression, anxiety, family struggles and abandonment issues prevented me from making good decisions. So, yes, graduating from college is something I would write on the “Before I Die” wall. There are so many things I could say, but many of them involve other people involved like “have grandchildren” or “move back to my home state.” I would like to travel to Canada or California, at the very least. I would very much like to see more of this country, especially the west coast and northern states. My “before I die” list is pretty simple. Learn some crafts, go to school, do a little traveling. I am already pretty blessed with the life I have. I try not to take anything for granted.
What would you write on the wall?
When I first moved to the south, I was on the lookout for a group of people that would fulfill my need for spiritual growth. A few years ago, my husband and I attended a screening of Robert Reich’s documentary about the 1% and met many like-minded people. One of those was a local “radical” Presbyterian pastor who not only had his own church, but facilitated a spiritual group for all faiths. I decided to attend this spiritual group and attended a few of their functions. The group meets in an old church in a not so great part of the city. Venturing there alone at night is not really something I feel comfortable doing, so I often had my husband accompany me. Last time we were there, we noticed that they had a strict “no weapons on the premises” policy, which is common here in a concealed carry state. Unfortunately, my husband was carrying his firearm. We felt pretty bad about this, but at the time, we just didn’t know. During that same function, which was a dinner fundraiser and poetry slam, we were forced to eat vegan because the group’s facilitators are vegans and by darn, shouldn’t everyone be vegan? At the time, husband and I were on a strict low-carb diet and meat was a staple in our diets. Needless to say, we left there feeling very pissed off.
The problem with this place is that they are pushing agendas just like christian fundamentalists. If I agreed with all the tenants of their agendas, I might be okay with it, but I’m not. Yesterday one of their administrators saw a police officer sitting in her car in their back parking lot and asked her to leave because “weapons, badges and uniforms” are against their policies, as they don’t want to make those who fear such “symbols of violence” uncomfortable at their center. I couldn’t believe it. They’re basically saying that ex-felons, illegals and minorities matter more to them than other groups and that police officers, who put their lives on the line for THEM and others every day are not welcome unless they are not in uniform and unarmed.
I have contemplated donating a little money to their organization, but I won’t now. I’m actually considering sending them a ripped up check with a note expressing just how foolish and discriminatory they are being. This, in a place with the words “justice”, “mercy” and “peace” in their name. Hypocrites and far-left agendas being taken too far.