An Open Letter to Aleppo
Hi everyone, I hope I am finding you all well as our Holidays grow closer. I am feeling many emotions by something that is happening in the world and I felt the need to write a post about it. Please keep in mind I am not writing this post to make you sad this Holiday season, I am writing this post because I feel inspired that we can make a difference in this world and I hope to be a part of the change that is necessary.
Right now in Aleppo, Syria, there are bombings among bombings happening there while families lay down to sleep at night. Children are roaming the halls of the only hospital left that has not yet been bombed with blood running down their face crying out for their mother and father. The images and videos I have seen on the internet lately have quite literally reduced me to tears. As a mother, these images are not only horrifying but heartbreaking. It makes me want to jump on a plane today so I can go there and hug them.
When I write posts like these I write in the hopes that my words can help inspire change. I realize that we can not change anything overnight but the change I hope to inspire starts within ourselves. The change to want to be better people, better human beings. We all have feelings and thoughts. We don't have to think the same by any means, being different from each other is one quality that makes us beautiful as human beings, but regardless we are people. There is no one else to take care of us and the world we inhabit. I do believe it is our civic duty to be kind to one another and strive to have more understanding. To fight violence with violence truly does not solve anything at the end of the day. It's simply stooping to a low level as those before us and I know that we are better than that. I know we are capable of change and making things better.
I am not naive enough to think we can make the world perfect nor do I think we should. The flaws are another part of our beauty. But flaws verses evil are two completely different things and we must learn the difference. I can't imagine my son being one of the children from these images being scared and sad and all he wants is me there to hug him. Call me a sap and quite frankly I am happy that because my compassion for others is a trait I can honestly say I love about myself. It is compassion that propels us to be better people and be better towards others.
I ask that we start making change happen with little things within ourselves. Hold the door open for someone, donate that dollar at the grocery store to a charity, when someone cuts you off instead of screaming let it go and thank the stars above no one was hurt, kiss your children everyday and remind them you love them, visit a soup kitchen, do something kind for someone who is struggling. There are so many things we can do but it simply starts with us. We need only the courage to be brave and take the first step towards change. A step I know in my heart we are capable of. I have faith in humankind.