Do Not Choose Silence
I'd spent the last ten minutes in the shower having a one-sided conversation in my head with a co-worker who is combative with everyone outside of the management tier. Irritated that a simple request I 'd made of her had been blown into a one-sided (on her side) battle of wills.
Stepping out of the shower, I glanced at my phone on the hotel bathroom's counter thinking about how big of a drag it was going to be to have to get up at 3:00 AM to get to the shuttle pick-up point for the start of the marathon the next morning. Trying to mentally wrap my head around that discomfort by telling myself: "it's actually 4:00 AM your time because this is Mountain Time and you live in Central Time, so it's really not that big of a drag."
Then as I sat on the bed wrapped in a towel, avoiding putting on my pajamas, brushing my teeth and hopping into bed because doing all that was just toooooo much, I opened Instagram. My place to waste time and see what the rest of the world is up to, look at kewt puppy photos/videos and read inspirational posts from my favorite athletes and from strong women leaders in the Faith.
I came across this video (below) from Preemptive Love Coalition. Which is: "a coalition stretching across Iraq, Syria, the United States, and beyond, working together to unmake violence and create the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible." And suddenly, all of my irritations from work and anxiety surrounding the following day's marathon vanished.
All that was left in that quiet, clean, climate-controlled hotel, room in a safe and quiet Phoenix suburb were tears streaming down my face.
Earlier that afternoon, I'd smiled as I walked through the sprawling race expo in a sunny sub-60 degree Phoenix parking lot. The Suspicion mountains stood silent sentry in the distance a beautiful scrim to the gorgeous day. I remember offering thanks to God that I had the means, health and opportunity to travel all over the world to race. I was at a place of absolute peace. A consummate contrast to the short video I was watching.
I share it now with you because outside of being a triathlete, I am a person of empathy, of love, of courage and of action.
While there are millions, no, billions of people in all kinds of unbearably sickening situations and need, this is the one that jarred me to attention that evening. And it moved me so much, that I must share with you.
If you cannot give, then pray.
If you choose not to pray, then honor those who have no foreseeable way out by passing along their message.
Whatever you choose to do, do not choose silence.