When did it change? Where did I miss the clues? Why am I out of step with so many people? I am 86 years old, great grandmother, gentle, benevolent old lady who gets labeled as “Woke” for the same values I have held all my life! Never heard that word before a few years ago, hurled at those of us who embrace a tolerance of those somehow dismissed by some of our peers.
Where did my values become the object of scorn and hatred? How did I become who I am? Maybe, just maybe, growing up in a home where love and belonging swirled around our house as free and important as the air we breathed.
Maybe it was being married to a man whose very core exuded an air of love and acceptance. Like loaning a car to two young men on 81, whom he had never seen before, with only a phone number to call. That number proved troubling, but it never stopped my dear one from doing the same kind of thing over and over in his lifetime.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s believing what Matthew: 25 in the Bible says. Maybe its message has put a call on my life that my parents and Bill heard so clearly and passed it on to me. Not maybe, but absolutely!!
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