Oh, how proud I am.

28 06 2012

Last week, I had a couple of great conversations with both my daughter’s teacher and her principal. We talked about her open-ended project she did regarding the book “Hana’s Suitcase” that the entire class read together. Both the teacher and principal were very impressed with her poem. (I highly recommend this book to read with your child…. it is a true story of a Japanese teacher who guides her class through the discovery of the owner of an old suitcase they find. The owner was a young Jewish girl during the Holocaust. They eventually discover Hana’s terrible fate and find her brother, living in Canada.) This little book made a huge impact on Elisabeth’s heart and she wrote a poem about it. I would love to share it with you all.

Hana Brady

A courageous girl.
Her family was happy
It was a perfect world
She liked to ski
She liked to skate
But then one day
Earth was full of hate
She didn’t know what to do
She didn’t know what to say
Because if you said something bad
You’d be taken away.
Because she was Jewish
She was sent to a town
With lots of other Jews
Who always had a frown
Her brother, George
Was sent away
To a different town
Far, far away
Then Hana’s name
Was on the list
To go to a place
Called Auschwitz
They got on a train
And went away
And when they arrived
It was their last day
The girls entered the building
The door closed with a bang
They thought it was a shower
They held hands and sang
As the building filled
With Zyclon B gas
It filled their lungs
And Hana passed.

 

Elisabeth, age 10.

 

Thanks for reading.

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Rumour has it.

25 06 2012

We have all gossiped or have been gossiped about in our lives. I’m no saint when it comes down to this human trait.

However, I do like to think I’ve matured enough to recognize when speaking of someone else can hurt them, rather than display honest concern over someone’s health and happiness. Learning of a friend’s divorce from someone is one thing. Spreading slander about why they are getting divorced is much different.

A group of people in my life, myself included, have recently been the target of someone’s malicious energy. This person decided to tell a whole lot of folks in our community a big pile of bullshit about us. It spread like wildfire throughout our little town.

I needn’t go into the details. Suffice it to say, what she said about us wasn’t true.

At first, I wanted to confront the person. Get all up in her kitchen, so to speak. My inner redneck ached to throw a punch. But I let some time go by, and realized that letting it go is the best possible scenario, only because no matter what I say and how I say it, she will twist it to suit her own purposes of playing the eternal victim. And also, I deeply believe in Karma.

As she carries on in her own life, holding her hatred close to her heart, it only truly destroys her. The ones who matter in my life know who I am and know that what was said are lies. These aren’t the first lies she has told about me and others. I suspect they won’t be the last.

Once my temperament cooled, I truly felt nothing more than pity in my heart for her. Burn enough bridges in your community and you will have nowhere to go.

This has served a teaching purpose in my own journey. I’ve learned a little bit more about restraint and reflection. Patience and I have become a bit closer. I’ve chatted to my inner redneck and successfully calmed her down with a glass of wine (or two). And along the way, my compassion for this lost and bitter soul grew just a little bit. Perhaps, I hope, one day she will see the wrong in what she did. Perhaps she can heal her inner wounds; that twisted mechanism of her own reality that has skewed her view of things.

Or perhaps she never will. But that is not my job to see to. It isn’t my concern. It never has been. I only need to see to myself and my own true path.

It brought me closer to my friends who have born the brunt of this too.

My Mom always said: “Those who mind don’t matter. Those who matter don’t mind.”

 

Amen to that.