A Horrible Ending or a Beautiful Beginning…how do you see it? #RRBC #RWISA
(I wrote this post in January but forgot to publish it. Now, in May, you get to enjoy it).
Yesterday I spent a full two hours sitting in my husband’s recliner, watching television. Now, although this may seem mundane to you, let me explain why it was amazing for me.
I never have time in my days to just sit and watch television anymore. Although I’ve never been a huge ‘tuber,’ there are some shows that I just couldn’t live without…in my old life.
Lifetime Television was once my closest friend. That’s not to say that I don’t have very dear friends, because I do, but, I would spend countless hours on the treadmill, watching back to back Lifetime movies. There’s a rule in my home that I can’t watch television unless I’m exercising, and back then, I think I was exercising more, just to watch my shows.
Since the beginning of RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB, I no longer have the opportunity to enjoy many of the luxuries I once did. A complaint? No, just a truth. So, now I’m sure you can understand why my exuberance over the two hours I got to steal away yesterday, reclining and watching T.V., meant so much to me.
Yesterday, I didn’t watch Lifetime, though. And, although I couldn’t turn away, my time in front of the tube wasn’t enjoyable at all. I spent two hours, subjecting myself to the most horrific stories ever told, on a show called “I SURVIVED…” This is a series about people who have suffered thru, and survived unimaginable events in their lives, that have left them permanently scarred on the outside, as well as emotionally destroyed on the inside…despite their claims of being “OK.”
Story after story, I cringed and I cried:
-A 19 year old freshman college student who decided to leave a party and walk back to her dorm alone, kidnapped as she waited outside a store for a friend to meet her. This beautiful darling was pulled into a car at gunpoint, taken to a home, repeatedly raped, then chained by her wrists and strung up in the ceiling…and, if that wasn’t enough…she was tortured more than what I’ve mentioned;
-A 12 year old who was kidnapped from his home during the middle of the night by a 17 year old. Taken not far away from home – one by one, every bone in his body was broken. Both ankles twisted and turned to the back, knees broken, ribs broken…all because his abductor said he was fascinated by the sound of breaking bones;
-A depressed man who would beg his wife daily to just “put him out of his misery by shooting him in the head”; on a fishing trip with his friend, his brother and sister-n-law. When they hit a rough patch of water and the boat tipped over, he was forced to make a decision: did he really want to die, or did he want to rage against the freezing waters and fight to stay alive? He survived…his brother and sister-n-law didn’t;
-A 25 yr old woman offers a co-worker a ride home from work. When she realizes that he has other intentions, none of them good, she pulls over and asks him to get out of her car. He attacks her right in the middle of a nice suburban neighborhood, on a public street. He rapes her there, then throws her back into the car, drives her to the woods, forces her to take off her clothes and assaults her repeatedly. As if that isn’t enough, he forces her to perform oral sex on him, and then, grabbing a huge tree branch – he rapes her with that, too. This monster then proceeds to beat her repeatedly in the head with branches and his fists – finishing up by repeatedly kicking her in the ribs with his steel-toe boots. He leaves her there to die;
-Lastly, a man picks up two hitch-hikers with a dog. His gut is telling him that it’s a bad idea, but he says later…he felt sorry for the dog. His passengers violently attack him while he’s driving by beating him in the head with a hammer, pushing him out of the moving vehicle, then leaving him in the freezing snow to die as they drive away with his van. He sees them backing up and thinks that maybe they’ve had a change of heart and are returning for him. The dog had accidentally jumped out of the van and they were coming back for it…not him. I found out just recently, that this man is currently the professor of one of my nieces. Yes, he survived;
There is more, but I’m sure by now you get the picture and you want to turn away from my words.
When it comes to my adult daughters, the world knows that I am overly-protective…just as if they were still toddlers. I’m no meek and mild damsel and by nature and my DNA, I am a fighter, but when thoughts of this level of cruelty pop into my head, potentially involving my daughters, I get weak because their pain is my kryptonite.
The last year has held so many horrible memories…not just for me, but I’m sure you’ve had your share, as well. Seeing these horrific acts being played out in front of my very eyes (albeit depictions on a TV screen) brought me to an even greater awareness of the ugly that lives in so many people.
The term “road rage” has given way to many behaving poorly on our roads and behind the wheels of cars. The news is filled with stories of young people’s lives senselessly taken, simply because they made a wrong turn or maybe even crossed over in front of another car, because of a blind spot…they just didn’t see the other car. Unfortunately, many have died because of these innocent mistakes.
Those of you who follow or know me, are very aware that I am a strong advocate for “right.” Whether I’m preaching against social injustice or taking a stance against the abuse of children or the disrespect of adults by children…I stand firmly planted in wanting and working towards change and growth for the betterment of all.
2017 along with other years past, have brought into clear focus for me that the devil is alive and well. I don’t mean those little red devils that sit on your shoulder encouraging you to eat that entire chocolate cake, I’m referring to the ones that walk around in human form. You may not believe that they’re devils, but I sure do. Anyone who can harm or hurt another, cannot have a heart, or be human for that matter. You have to be some kind of monster to engage in any of the acts that I witnessed on that show mentioned above.
This year, I’m praying that we will all grow and become (even just a little bit) better. The way we treat others, the way we speak to others, or, if we’re dealing with others in dishonest ways…let’s work on that, too. Of course the truth hurts, but lies and lures are deadly.
If you’re looking forward to 2018 being a lot better than 2017, we’re going to all have to work together…we’ll each have to do our part; you work in your neck of the woods, and I’ll work in mine. When all’s said and done, we’ll meet somewhere in the middle and compare notes. I want what’s written on my pages to read very similarly to yours…and when combined, I want our shared story to reflect pure love, tales of gentle hearts and the birth of unfailing unity.
Tell me, what do you think of my new vision? Is it at all possible?
Until next time…