Being human is a given but keeping our humanity is a choice. Humanity is defined as compassionate, sympathetic, or generous in behavior or disposition.
There is only one race-the human race and everyone in that race, deep down, wants and needs the same things. We want to be heard and understood and above all loved. We come closer to acceptance of others when we remember we share these same basic similarities-much more so than differences.
Once we all admit out loud that living is hard sometimes, it’s okay not to be okay and we are perfectly imperfect… we can sense and feel our commonality. It is not only okay to ask for help but it’s okay to also help someone else. We are not alone, we are not burdens. We are humans-so let’s be humans together.
Anne Peterson sent this beautiful message she read from Father Pope Francis a couple years back and I wrote it down… finding it yesterday… that I take as a God Wink (that it was time to re-read it.)
” Rivers do not drink their own water, trees do not eat their own fruit-the sun does not shine on itself and flowers do not spread their fragrance for themselves.
… Living for others is a rule of nature. We are all born to help each other . No matter how different it is -life is good when you are happy; but much better when others are happy because of you.”
So until tomorrow…”We are all cells in the same body of humanity.”
I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents
were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my
grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old
Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended
Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters
Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am
presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also
taught at the College of Charleston.
For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy
matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of
stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message
through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret
of success in teaching social studies is always in the story.
I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest
teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re
ripe you rot.”