My heart has been breaking lately thinking about the fires in LA, the families of those lost in recent flights, the innocent people caught up in the ICE raids, the people in our federal government whose lives have been upended in a political firestorm, the people who really need the government services that are being toyed with, and the list just keeps on going.

I’ve been watching the very wealthy play with the lives of regular people…people who don’t have wealth to fight with, people who are sick or elderly, mothers worrying about the meals for their children, our troops whose lives are hectic enough as it it is, our career personnel who have made sure our country runs as it should no matter the politicians elected to office. They do it so well we don’t even realize they are there. We don’t think about how their bills will be due, about their families, about the health problems they might be dealing with as they work for us, about the plans they have for their future, about the parents they might be taking care of, about how they are just like us…and their lives are being destroyed because we’ve forgotten how to love our neighbors.

Everyone has an explanation for how we got here. I’m beginning to think it’s more about how we pick up the pieces and go forward. I don’t want the back side of my life to be like this. I want us to find our love for America again and the love for all of its people. I’m a little sleepy now. Maybe I will dream about the America that wanted every person to have a shot at the dream…not just a special few who have already attained the dream of America.