Today, my family joined hundreds of people in our community to participate in the #MarchForOurLives
. I had second thoughts saying something about it because , it is a very controversial topic. An exaggeration , but I’ve been emotionally ‘traumatized’ discussing political beliefs with other people; especially if they don’t agree with my convictions. 🙀Too emotional to handle discord, I guess . I settled with having my voice heard in the ballots, during the election . Today, my family’s purpose in joining the march is to add to the voice that says, ‘Lets find a solution that will ensure the children’s safety while in school.’ During the March I have felt the “divide”’. A young woman jogger who passed the marchers angrily said “i do not agree with this march!”. Some cars honked in support , car windows opened showing either a thumbs up or a middle finger . Another woman jogger in her late 40’s-50’s spat out the words to the marchers“ scoot over ! Scoot over!” I asked my husband , why are they angry? Do we not have a right to create an awareness. He said, ‘maybe they’re really passionate too about their beliefs’. I forgot they have a right too, to show their disgust. It’s sad when the world is divided by different interests and values . I may not view the world in rose tinted glasses, but I’m hopeful that maybe this effort will help create a change that will benefit the common good.