this is a beautiful story with which to start the day...I just see so many
people arrest their personal and intellectual development by getting bogged
down in which colour skin is best, whose family, which country...this is
not the domain of Culture - this is the realm of sports...
I'm on about truth in this world, the state of literacy, the state of the media in at least Canada...we are being fed Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and then ridiculed when we act as though we believe...the pursuit of Sinclair threads should lead one to question all of the "truths" that we take for granted in this world... I watch advocacy groups fight to correct an imbalance or injustice only to replace it with a structure that is imbalanced in their direction - they are as intolerant as those who they accuse of intolerance and replace one bad system with another... ...the goal should be to take the proper place amongst the great and the great deeds...finding grounds to identify Sinclairs as bigger-faster-stronger will just replace one misconception with another...and that is not accomplished through history...that is accomplished through marketing anyway... The young soccer player's deed may be considered somewhat out-of-place by some, but they represent a goal we should all aspire to...it is amazing what humans can accomplish in this spirit...
it's a beautiful morning here in Nova Scotia,
rob
Annie wrote: I enjoyed your thoughts Rob. There is strength that I admire and cherish in others above all other human accomplishment. The power of kindness, forgiveness. It takes more power and worth to be remembered this way than to be the one who fought the big battle and to win. To unite rather than fight. That's real power! On the weekend I watched six year old boys play a game of soccer. The parents were screaming from the side lines (And getting rather aggressive) one little boy was called names throughout the whole game. Last ten minutes of the game he had the ball for the first time. There was a struggle for possession and a member of his opposing team fell and started to cry. So the little boy with the ball, let the ball go, even though he was being screamed at by fellow members to forge ahead. He sat beside the fallen one and offered comfort. This is as great a strength as I have ever read or seen in another. He was being the best he could be. Sometimes the simple little things make us hero's. This little man will be remembered by me forever. Annie[ This is the Sinclair family discussion list, sinclair@mids.org [ To get off or on the list, see http://www.mids.org/sinclair/list.html |