The Red Nose clowns are literally life savers. To me they give kids who have forgotten how to dream, play and imagine a tangible reminder. They have offered parents, who only want their children to be happy, a reason to smile themselves. And, the story of how the Red Nose clowns found their way to a Syrian refugee camp is nothing but amazing, itself.
This post may be one of the most controversial that I have ever written. But here it goes…
This is a photograph of a poster I purchased at the Holocaust Museum more than a decade ago. “I didn’t speak up … and then they came for me”.
I interpret the words of Pastor Martin Niemoller as an important lesson. We need to be the voice for the voiceless. We should never forget humanity and to help the less fortunate. For if we do… then what?
Yet, I am afraid that many of us might have forgotten, as now we are filling our social media timelines, newspapers, magazines and on – air programming with comments that are often unkind words towards others or filled with vile protests. How can that be when the United States is a human tapestry full of cultural richness?