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Hardened Heart

Today I watched a clip of the CEO of United Health Care get gunned down and had no emotions. It saddens me to realize how desensitized I’ve become.

Decades ago, while serving in the US Navy, I had to sign a document declaring that I did not participate in a number of things, so that I could get my clearance. I had never heard many of those words. I had to stop and ask what they meant. All of them were sexual deviations, I had no idea even existed. I was overwhelmed by the thought that someone out there participated in these, to the point that those getting a clearance had to sign a document stating they did not. I was disgusted and beside myself. My boss sent me home because I was useless at work. Now Hollywood glorifies many of these deviations in movies. They are commonplace. Our kids know what necromancy is. I had kids of my own and had never heard of that word.

Not long after the first Gulf War began. I worked in an intelligence center still. Our department head kept CNN on in the background of his office. As I was standing in his office without any of the trigger warnings, that are now common, CNN showed three hostages standing on a platform, and the platform dropping beneath their feet. I was horrified. For decades I refused to watch any news. My theory was that if something bad enough happened in the world, people would talk about it at work, or my husband would mention it. I didn’t need to subject myself to any of that being peddled by mainstream media. And for decades that was how I lived.

I would get frustrated when I would see a story on social media, where someone was being called a hero for common human decency. For example, a cop who stopped to help a kid put his chain back on his bicycle. Someone took a photo and extoled the virtues of that cop. It upset me that simple human decency was being elevated to hero status. Why hadn’t the person taking the photo stopped and helped this kid? How many people passed this kid by without helping him? Why are we okay with that kind of behavior? If you see someone in need, especially a child and you don’t stop to assist, why aren’t you being raked over the coals for this selfish and unkind behavior? Who set the bar that low?

I know I grew up in a different time and a small town. An excellent small town, I might add. But you would not have lived down walking passed a kid who needed help. That small town judgement would have followed you around for some time. “Oh he walked right by that kid that couldn’t get his bike chain back on and didn’t even stop to help…” The cop would not have been a hero, those who didn’t help would have had their reputations rightfully judged.

Where did this go? How have we become so desensitized to unkindness? When did we lower the bar so low that you don’t have to be a decent human anymore?

In today’s climate we live in constant states of fear and anger. Everything is politicized. We have rules for you but not for me. We celebrate when our side gets “away” with something, and the other side does not. “Good, they deserved that.” We laugh and make jokes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m 100% included in this. I will laugh at dark humor with the best of them. My sarcasm is well tuned.

Perhaps my humor is a response to the constant fear and anger being shoved down our throats by the news and social media. The pandemic certainly did not help. It seems as if all of our nervous systems are in a constant state of fight or flight. We are so burned out that our burn-out is burned out.

God tells us over and over to “fear not”. The original sin was to not trust God and think that we know better. That God is holding out on us somehow. It’s really easy to fall right back in to trying to control everything, even when you just laid your problems at the foot of the cross. I just go pick those problems right back up and start to work on solving them again.

But today, I had no emotions – none – at the very real clip of someone being gunned down. No boss is sending a distraught me home.

And it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart that I’m not horrified. It breaks my heart that I’ve let so much garbage into my brain that my first reaction was, “It’s probably someone who lost a loved one to a denied claim.” Instant dismissal. Rules for them but not for us?

I don’t condone this. A life was lost. He was probably a husband, maybe a father, someone’s son.

What I really don’t condone is how hardened my heart has become. “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” Ps 51:10.  “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not unto your own understanding.” Prov 3:5. 

I’m not okay with my own reaction. I’m not okay with always being angry or afraid. I’m not okay that I justify actions I don’t condone, for any reason. I need that small town, 1960’s mentality back. At least I need it back in my heart. I guess I can’t consume any news, from any source, social media or mainstream. If something big happens, I’ll hear about it around the water cooler, or from my husband. It’s time that I am not in the know.

It’s time I just stepped away and delete my social media apps. Time to choose protecting my heart so it isn’t hardened.

By

Vicki L. Pugliese

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The Light and Dark of It; A Journey Back

The Sequel to Shades of Blues; Into a Fractured Mind

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How do you convince others you’re mentally stable, when you can’t trust your own mind?

Eloise and Grant desperately want their fairytale life back. When Eloise returns home from North Warren they are filled with hope – and a little anxious. Treatments, meant to cure, have damaged her mind, and her mental stability is constantly in question.

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You Take You With You

She cast her eyes down and attempted to dissolve into the woodwork, removing herself from the line that had been moving her steadily toward the ticketing window. Only the man behind her, even briefly looked up as she wandered away counting her cash. She had been so sure this was the answer to the downward spiral her life had recently taken. She just wanted to run away, start over. She could picture so vividly her beloved grandfather’s porch and the rocking chairs facing the quiet small town road. Hardwood chairs with small tables beside them for your tea, with barely any room to pass. No frills, just peace and quiet and no judgment. A twinge hit her heart as she realized that her grandfather would no longer occupy the other chair. His passing was actually one of the catalysts to the events in her spiral. It hit her hard. She hadn’t been prepared.

Now her strong desire to run to that quiet place and start over gave her pause. Not that her grandmother would turn her away, but she could hear her grandfather’s voice. “You know, no matter how far you run, you take you with you.”

He had been such a wise man. He knew her so well. He gave her time to think, but nudged her in the right direction when it was time to go. Could she really start over? She had had just a little more than enough. She would indeed still take herself with her. She’d made such a mess of things since his passing. All of her relationships were strained. Now she had lost another dead end job. She just needed a break. Life didn’t like to give us that did it.

She could just sit and watch the neighbors go by with a cup of tea, but it wouldn’t be the same. The fog she had been in, that numbness might be worse near his things. Maybe that was being extravagant with her money. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Somehow she had wandered upon a bench and she sat down, facing the busy street. The buses pulled out in front of her as she struggled with what to do.

A homeless man that was sitting facing her smiled. She thought how she should just get up and hike to her parents’ home. It would be a long trek and not a pleasant welcome. Sure they would lecture, but they would get her on her feet. She realized the little more than bus fare in her hands and some grace was all the difference between her and the man in rags before her.

Silently she cried out in her heart, “God help me! Please just tell me what to do!”

Almost immediately the homeless man spoke to her through a toothless smile, “God goes with you too.” He said. “Wherever you run. God’s still there.”

Tears streamed now as she looked at him with soft eyes and a quivering lip. She peeled the extra ten off of the exact bus fare to her grandmother’s handing it to him as she left to get back in line.

 

By Vicki L Pugliese

 

Story and characters are fiction any resemblance is purely coincidental.

Small Town Greatness

My big sister Cris wrote a play when we were very young.  All of the kids had parts.  My parents set up a stage and seating and all of the neighbors came out to see her play.  There were rows of seats.  We ran out from the side of the house for our stage queues.  What I remember most is how much neighborhood support it got!  I know it’s easy to be nostalgic, but in comparison to the places my children have lived, my hometown rocks!

We had summer theater, high school plays with orchestras, and various odd talent shows.  We had concert bands and award winning marching bands with majorettes, flag teams and a cheer squad called the “Rockettes”.  We had multiple High School and Junior High School choirs, and barbershop!  During school hours you could take wood shop, home economics, and fine art.  You could choose between college prep with all of the advanced courses like Calculus and Physics, you could go to vocational training to learn job skills, or you could take regular general education; all of which was top notch.

In sixth grade we went to Pioneer Ranch to learn about nature and hunter safety.  You could get your hunters license if you chose.  You shot a gun or bow and arrow there.  You learned what poison ivy looked like, and how to avoid a rattle snake.  At the same time,  you had the time of your life.  It was one of the most fun things because they made it memorable.  There were songs, and talent shows and cabins.  It was glorious.

If you were part of the marching band you went back to Pioneer Ranch and had a slightly more mature and slightly less mature version, with music and a little more structure and no guns, in High School.  It was even more memorable.  The talent shows were more creative. We were sworn to secrecy!

I walked away with a love for learning, reading, the arts and the ability to speak in public with very little fear, thanks to all those talent shows.  I have a wide variety of interests and amazing memories.  I am impressed that in a town so filled with arts, theater and opportunity, our little backyard would find so much support for a first time playwright and her vagabond band of thespians all easily under the age of 10.

Bravo! small town backyard patrons, bravo!

 

 

by Vicki L Pugliese

 

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