Judging from last evening’s heavy rain, I suspected this might be a stay-in-the-house morning. Now I am certainly not made of sugar and won’t melt if I venture out in this rather sultry clime. I clapped on my radio headphones and curled up in my cozy bed to listen to the news of the day and the weather (of course) … temps in the mid-70s and 91 percent humidity at 5:00 a.m. sure didn’t beckon me to go for a walk, despite my mileage goals I have set for 2013. I hated to disturb myself from the comfortable position and content as a cat I remained there listening to various newsmen reporting on the celebrations taking place in Washington, D.C. to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech given at the March on Washington on August 28, 1963. Bells will be rung today at 3:00 p.m. to honor that infamous speech which I’ve heard hundreds of times in my lifetime, usually on the holiday set aside to honor Dr. King or the anniversary of his death on April 4, 1968. It is stirring to hear Dr. King’s voice, heavy with emotion, expound on his hopes and dreams, which sadly he never got to see to fruition. This morning I listened to various people recounting their impression of the speech because they were lucky enough to either be reporting on it or just one of many milling at the Mall. The question was asked by Paul W. Smith at WJR of his listeners “what is your dream?”
I wouldn’t have to think twice to respond to that question – “peace” would be my dream. To paraphrase the late Rodney King who asked “why can’t we all just get along?” – I wonder what is to become of our world. International strife, especially disturbing with the issues brewing in Syria of which we collectively hold our breath and hope war will not come about; domestic issues such as the Boston Marathon bombing or the senseless deaths like Trayvon Martin or most recently Christopher Lane, and of course here in our own backyard we have shootings every day and night in the City of Detroit. And foremost in our minds, who can overlook the domestic violence without a handgun of poor Damian Sutton? An innocent child’s life is over probably because he cried or annoyed his mother’s boyfriend. Very sad commentary on the state of the world and all the feel-good stories like the birth of Prince George, the return home of Sarah Murnaghan with new lungs or a collection of clowns who will kick off our local State Fair and amuse us with antics still will not make us forget the woes of the world.
I did not find the rainbow I was looking for yesterday and sadly there will be no “pot of peace” there for the taking. Whether or not you have realized your dreams or set them out before you, make it a great day anyway.