I’m surprised that I am taking Teddy Kennedy’s passing harder than I thought. I’ve been at all six’s and seven’s since and am just on the edge of tears some times. Heck… I couldn’t even get through the evening news, which was in the most part about Teddy. So… I’m sitting here thinking about being an American and what it means to be an American with out a Kennedy there to help.
As an American, I am hyper aware of what “internationals” think of Americans and their bitter dislike. I thought of the times we’ve gone to help and been treated poorly, yet helped anyway. There are many countries who publicly denounce Americans as the evil perpetuators of the world, and then privately take our money. In recent years I have thought that we should stop sending our money to help and let them suffer in their own insults. I’ve noticed, thought, that I’m starting to change that perspective. I think it’s because we’d still be the bad guy. Why? Because we’d have all this money and we’re not sharing.
So, I’m beginning to, I think, transform my attitude to that of the WWII generation. Come, help, leave and ask for nothing. No public statements, no comments back no answer to the rhetoric. Just help, and no comment. It’s a good perspective on how to balance life, too. Be there, be strong, help and keep your opinion to yourself. Leave when they’re capable of handling things themselves, when they’ve got their feet under them.
And so you’re wondering how do these thoughts come up when we started talking about Teddy? Well, his passing has brought them up. He was the end of an era, another reminder that the older generation, the greatest generation, is fading fast and we need to step up to the plate.
So who is the next Teddy? Is it me? Is it you? Or, maybe, it’s all of us…
© ‘Fizz’ 2009