Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I am becoming despondent with Christian Nationalism. If I hear one more time that this is a Christian nation, I'm going to, well, just get really upset.
This country was founded primarily by deists. Many of them, Thomas Jefferson being my current favorite, despised Christianity and the perversion it thrust on, so-called, Christians. I believe the founding fathers were inspired, yes. That is EXACTLY why one will not find a reference to Jesus Christ or Christianity in ANY of the legal documents setting up our Government or the rights/privileges of U.S. citizens. They left it out for a reason. Piety and religion do not a stable government make.
-Thomas Jefferson, letter to Dr. Thomas Cooper, February 10, 1814
All I'm saying is this - DO NOT pretend to know that your beliefs are those of the founding fathers or your country. It is religious bigotry. You want to believe that what you think or feel should be a standard to all those living around you. Hitler wanted the same thing. This country was meant to set people free from a solidified state religion. Please quit trying to get us back to that place. It dishonors the very men you esteem for establishing this country.
Those, who after reading this blog, worry about my eternal soul - no worries. I still am quite fond of Jesus Christ. It's His self-proclaimed, militant followers I can't stand. Also, I believe that many of the ideas imbued in our Constitution may in fact align with many Christian principles...but many of those principles are also found in Judaism, Buddhism and so on. Just, please, stop ascribing the principles this country was founded on solely to your faith system. Furthermore quit trying to force that belief system on others through your government. It's not nice and certainly not Christ-like.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Perhaps I see this quasi-isolation as a gateway to solidified adulthood. A life of my own, seperate from the lives of those that got me there. Don't get me wrong, I don't wish to abandon all those I love but rather have those I love get used to the fact that I've become my own person and in an isolated space.
I've come to the realization that one can never really call a place their own and, in truth, I don't really want that either. I just want the place I land to live and breathe that it loves me being there. And that it loves me being there for the new person I've become and the newness I brought to that place.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Dear Donor Family:
I am a 23-year-old college student. You don't know me and most likely never will. I do want you to know that I think every single day of your loved one. I'm sorry you had to lose them.
The day my dad got his liver was one of the happiest of my life. But in the back of my mind I knew that as happy as my day was, yours was just that bad. I'm so grateful that in your time of hurt you were thinking of others. Of course you didn't have my dad specifically in mind, but you helped him, specifically, nonetheless.
I've thought about what I could say to you ever since my dad received the liver. Thanks seems so entirely inadequate. So I thought maybe I could just try to paint the picture of what it means to me.
The relationship between my father and I has not always been healthy. We had our problems. But when he became ill we got everything out of the way. We were able to admit things that both of us did wrong. Finally gaining that relationship with my dad, every part of me wanted to keep him here to make up for, I guess you'd say, lost time.
My dad was totally emaciated. He weighed 105 pounds when he got the liver. He would slip into comas at our house and I would have to carry his frail, unconscious body out to the car, while my mother and baby sister watched and cried. He was constantly hooked up to tubes, throwing up and generally in agony. We spent Christmas in ICU opening our presents around him. He was barely able to speak. He just cried.
Now he is healthier than I've ever seen him. We wear the same clothes and I'm 23. He works out for hours on end. He knows he's been given a great gift and tries to live worthy of it. He takes care of himself. I don't know if that's a consolation to you but there it is.
I haven't been told much about your loved one, but I think part of them carries on in my dad. He has changed so much since the operation. Little things: He now likes to shop and before hated it, He loves chocolate, He takes interest in smaller details where before he wasn't concerned.
If nothing else I just want you to know you really changed an entire family. I'm sorry, again, for your loss. But because, in your time of loss, you thought of others, we didn't have to lose my dad. I love you and hope the best for you. I hope these letters help rather than hurt. You gave us something amazing and priceless and all we have to give are these letters and our sincere thanks.
With every part of me, Thank You,
make it on there - none of this Dirty Hairy or James Bond shit. Deep films with deep emotion and plot and usually artsy in one way or another. Here's how it looked:
I've known your soul without knowing your look,although I'm sure your look's past my station.We'll love without caring - the world forsook;loving your unknown: an awful sensation.
The wife of my eternal visioning;amazing mom to our children unborn.I get you first myself, in my planning -us alone before between kids you're torn.
All my decisions are made for our "US." I worry there's no you and never was.