I found this on Facebook, and thought it was so well said, that even though it has nothing to do with computer repair, technology, or anything else this website is about I wanted to share it.I feel the same way as Cam Siciliano does about all of this non-sense.
I feel that way because I am an a American. I was born here, my father, his father, his father, and several more father before that were all born here, after two brothers lost their parents at sea, immigrating from Germany in the Late 1700. I am a proud American, because that’s how I was raised. I was raised to respect other religions, cultures, and races. As a family we have learned to embrace those with different sexual preferences, other than our own. Why anyone would hate us as much as the Muslims do, is beyond me. I understand, that not all Muslims hate us, and many would love to be here as well, but these terrorist… Like Cam’s says, you know I really don’t care why they did it. It sucks though. My heart goes out to all those affected by the bombing, those who lost their lives, those who lost their limbs, and all the family members who love and cherish them.
Those assholes took somethign from all of us that day… They took our security. Yeah we will get it back, but it will be awhile before we forget, it will be awhile before we feel safe in large crowds again. Ok now I’m just rambling….
Here is what Cam had to say… I don’t want to know
I don’t want to know his name. I don’t want to see his face. I don’t want to know his life’s history, his back-story, who his family is, where he went to school, or what he liked to do in his spare time. I don’t want to know what “cause”, if any, he was fighting for. I don’t want to know why he did it, or may have done it, or what possessed him to carry out his actions. I don’t want to know. Because that’s what he really wants. I’ll be damned if I’m going to give him what he wants.
Put him on trial, but don’t cover it. Tell me when you decide to jail him for three lifetimes – because that number matters. That’s the number of lives he has to now pay for. That’s all I want to know about him. Nothing else.
Instead, tell me about the first responders who ran towards the fray, within seconds, fearless. Tell me about the ones wearing the yellow volunteer jacket, or the neon police vest, or even the ones in the regular everyday t-shirt who became a helper. Tell me the story about the first responder who held gauze over a wound until they made it to the hospital. Tell me the story about the volunteer who held the hand of the injured spectator until they got into the ambulance. In six months, tell me the story of those who lost a limb, who beat the odds, pulled through countless surgeries, and are learning to walk again. Tell me the story about the love, the compassion, and the never-ending support of thousands, millions, of people who support the victims here. Tell me their stories. Tell me everything you can, because they are the ones that matter. Tell me of the good that they have done, are doing, and will continue to do, regardless of… No, not regardless of, in spite of. In spite of that someone who would do them harm. Because that’s what freedom in this country means. It means coming together in the hardest of times, even in the face of unfathomable adversity, to make life better for all those around us.
Tell me the good stories. That’s all I want to hear.