One of my family members was almost killed in a carjacking last week. Against all odds, he will survive. We feel pretty damn lucky.
And also tired. There were a lot of tears shed about it this week. It feels like we just finished an emotional marathon.
To say I'm relieved is a true understatement. For so many reasons. But mainly, I'm glad this family member didn't leave the earth before we got to make things right. Before the carjacking, the last exchange I had with him was a heated debate on social media about Trump and the coronavirus. And while we didn't walk away angry, we certainly didn't leave things on particularly friendly terms.
Reader, I'm going to keep it short tonight. Life can go in a blink. Today in the United States, we are the opposite of united. We all hate the "others" and seek to blame and shame them with righteous indignation. But take it from someone who almost lost someone she loves: letting a former reality star sour your personal relationships with those on the other side isn't worth it.
Mark Twain famously said: "Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." I'm using this second chance to try not to be corroded by hatred. This week, find common ground. Seek to understand. I'll see you next Monday. -Em