A Time Like This

A Time Like This

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One of my first basketball coaches died last week. Pete was only 57. A gentle, giant man. He taught me so much, was the first coach I had that saw my potential – he brought me up to the older team, gave me plans to train in the off-season. He cared. And he did this for all his players.

It sucks that he’s gone. I hadn’t seen him in years but it sucks to think that this world is no longer one he exists in.

We live in a world where you can become desensitized to something as evil as genocide. You can learn to understate it. Or feel that it has nothing to do with you because it’s not happening where you are.

Is it appropriate to live your normal life at a time like this? Like, is it okay to laugh, to fall in love, to celebrate? Is joy permitted when such evil is being allowed to go on?

I don’t know. I just know I want to voice that feeling. Because I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling it. How has this been allowed to happen? How do we go on about our days when there is so much death?