Quietly alone in my section of the world, I looked out my window, and into the morning sky. I took my moment with God the Father to improve my conscious contact, and I watched a three-quarter moon, which still hung in the blue horizon.
I watched the proof of my generation last night. I sat with friends from my childhood sitting with families and children of their own. I was also with my family, and together, we sat in the front row at a wrestling event.
We were allowed the chance to shout and scream.
I was allowed the chance to smack one of the wrestlers in the face—and then later, I was allowed to thank him.
Beneath their hulking size, beneath the makeup, and beneath the characters, were men of substance. I had the opportunity to speak with some of them.
We laughed and took photographs. We spoke like regular people.
I did not see their character’s personality or their appearance. I saw them as men.
As big as the wrestlers are, and as mean or cruel as the characters pretended to be; they were all quite gentle to the children in the arena.
They signed autographs and shook hands with the kids.
However. this should not be surprising.
We live in materialistic times.
We are fashion conscious and driven by appearance.
We all too often give into machines.
We have become automated, and thought for.
More and more, we are given technology, and more and more, we are taken by computer applications. We are taken by accessories.
We are taken by programs that think for us, or create for us, and eventually, we will be taken by programs that live for us.
Last night, I experienced life without being hardwired to technology. The electricity I felt was from a performance, not an outlet, and the love I felt was from people—real people, not virtual.
But because we live as we do, perhaps most would miss out on meeting people like the ones I met last night.
Because we think as we do, perhaps most could not look beyond appearance.
We have become trained to see people as what they have and what they wear, rather than who they are. We are taught more about the surface-level, and less about depth. And because of this, too many of us lose sight of what is important.
I say, this is example of shortsightedness.
But the shortsighted would not know about the kindness from a man named Frankie Starz, or what he did for this country.
They would not consider his ambitions to improve our nation and run for congress.
Or better, they would not see the kindness he gave to me, a dad, by creating an unmatchable smile on my child’s face.
Last night, I sat with the proof of my generation and saw a glimpse of hope for the next one. I watched families cheer and children smile. They did so without the use of smart phones or any computer applications.
I watched a man named Elijah Burke (Also known as The Pope) show an extraordinary act of kindness, not only onto me, but to a young special needs girl, who for that moment, danced in the middle of the ring and was the center of attention.
This, undressed in any form or language, is what love and entertainment is about.
Enjoy your Sunday, folks