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People. We’re all people. Yes, I took political science and sociology and psychology. I know that we might get upset at the neighbor who borrowed our rake six months ago and never returned it. That’s an easy fix.

Then there are people who’ve hated each other for centuries or thousands of years. Jews/Germans and others, Croatia, Muslim, Catholic, Methodist, Episcopalian, and the British version that allowed Henry VIII to divorce or, better yet, behead his wives. Also we have Scotland and Ireland with a hated divide between Prostetants and Catholics that I have seen first-hand.

America brought in slaves from Africa. England provided the ships. Now there is a solid barrier between whites and blacks, that I have tried to quell in a small way. Now we live in the most divided city in the nation. Even the beaches are divided between black and white.

I was watching a film that turned to Auschwitz and could not watch it any more. For now. I need to see it. It’s mostly in Italian and is about Italian Jews being shipped to Auschwitz. It is unbearable but needs to be seen. I just can’t sleep after I see it. Must call Alice for the new exhibit at the Jewish Museum. I was raised Catholic, my husband a very Texas-style independent evangelistic way. I see people as people, not Black, white, Protestant, Jewish or Muslim. Or gay.

Open your eyes. Open your heart. If everyone did that I would be as eloquent as Sir Winston Churchill. In my mind….. Just think about it. Even vote.

We are all people. Same bodies, skin may be different and we may have differing religions but we are all people. Why enslave? Why make Jews and Catholics suffer the gas chamber?

Today we still have divides. We are all people. I think someone told me to ask us to think outside the box, to treat people as people. Meet your neighbor. A community, nation and world can only be stronger by its people and how they wish to change the world, for the better of all. Cheers! If I die because of this I wish my husband to shut this site down with a promise to take care of our old dog and re-marry. Not a trophy wife. Dee

The dog has been “playing” me for a while now. A lesson my husband and I know well is that one does not do something fun once with a herder. As she meets new friends, canine and human, she wants to go out twice every morning.

The second time, we said goodbye and waved to my husband, then went around the block or tried to. An elderly gent was having some trouble crossing the street. He was a proud man, well-dressed for 8:00 a.m. in trousers and natty wool jacket.

I thought he might be an Alzheimer’s patient from down the street and asked if I could help. He said no one can help. Even the doctors can’t help. Then he told me all his men died in WWII and he’s spent his life preserving the Constitution.

As I know he’s a proud man and nobody can help him, I continued on my walk and purposely ran into three professionals at the local physical rehab center that looks and feels like an old folks home. The two women ran off to find the man, who may be a patient, and the man said given my description this kind gent asked him once for a ride somewhere near here.

When I looked down the street before contacting the hospital staff, he was gone, and couldn’t have gone anywhere that fast. These ladies looked around everywhere and ran into me again, I described what he was wearing and they said “Hope it’s not Pops.”

I saw my 81 year-old Dad this weekend and never want him to end up like that. I tried my best for the situation but didn’t do enough. My heart breaks when I see this. “All my men died in WWII.” Now I must make sure that neighbors look out for him and that the local police know to drive him home. He was having trouble walking and all I, in my mind, wanted to do was take his arm and lead him home, wherever that may be. He would not be helped and I respect that. If I ever get to be that age I may do the same thing!

I know veterans and someone who’s just been called up. If there’s anything I can do for them, I will do so. Thanks for reading and being kind to our Vets. Dee