I was 10 when those planes went into the World Trade Center. I had just learned about World War II, I thought the world was over and that fear gripped me for months after. Every news outlet was trying to find out whose responsible and when they would strike again. Eventually the fear subsided because everyone came close together and out of fear came courage to go on. Growing up I had a belief that people are generally selfish and uncaring, but there has been few times when I recognized the greatness of what some would call “the human spirit.”
I was reading a book on the human family it was during that time the rebuilding of faith rather than fear in me. Sometimes no matter how much we hate each other we are all interconnected by being humans. Sometimes I look at atrocities and evil acts and ask how could this have happened? Where were the people who to say stop ….this it’s wrong? But then I see the few who stand up against something even if it isn’t popular. To be fearless is to be feared, people who show bravery in the face of danger and adversity are often rejected because their ideas are feared. I admire people like Martin Luther King Jr., and Gandhi, people who do not conform to an unfair world people feared them and their dreams for a better world. But what I fear the most are people who conform; even when they know what they are conforming to is wrong.