The past few weeks have been tough. Ferguson, MO, erupted in protests after the death of unarmed Michael Brown at the hands of a police officer, the world’s beloved Robin Williams took his own life, James Foley, an American journalist, was beheaded by an Isis militant, another politician (Bob McDonnell, VA) is accused of unethical practices and publicly disgraced; and closer to home for me, two women and six children were taken hostage in a suburb of Chicago and the number of people murdered every weekend remains tragically high.
I hate watching the news. A news program is constantly on in my home—Richard (my better half) loves the news. Me, it makes me cry. I find myself feeling overwhelmed by the disproportionately represented pain in the world. Think about it, I’ve only mentioned a small fraction of the tragic stories that have been repeatedly broadcast over the past two weeks, and only those that are directly involving US citizens, and there’s plenty more in the world. The enormity of it can be emotionally consuming.
Then, seemingly on cue, there is this ray of sunshine that shows itself, and they are Jackie Robinson West. They, and all the other young from around the world who have taken part in the Little League World Series, have become our beacon of light. They have been role models for us. They have worked hard, persevered, and demonstrated the most brilliant displays of sportsmanship–of humanity.
And how can I forget Mo’Ne Davis, the brilliant 13 year old pitcher from Pennsylvania who has stolen all our hearts. She’s breaking down boundaries and probably doesn’t even realize the imprint she is leaving on the minds and hearts of so many.
This post is a modest and heartfelt thank you, to all of those who played a part in allowing these young people to shine–parents, coaches, teachers, media, and of course, the players themselves. We needed you right now, and you came through for us. You helped us reconnect to our humanity, our potential for greatness, and each other.