A small body of determined spirits, fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.
We all fight battles every day, big or small. We battle being given the wrong change, what time the child should go to bed, whether to save or spend, eat or diet, and fight for justice or give up. I have been fighting for justice for three and a half years and I lost.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want sympathy. Sympathy is for the weak. Trust me, I’m do not need that. Yes, it’s depressing. Yes, I am pissed. And I have been thrown off by a very simple little notion – one that is fragile and translucent -but in which I still believe. It’s called “justice.”
The quote with which I started this post is to tell you something. Justice comes with faith and faith comes with belief. I had all that. I still have it. And just because I could not convince a random 12 people(that I ran out of challenges to get rid of), of what I believe is true and just does not mean that I have lost my faith or my confidence. It means I had the wrong group of 12 people.
If you are blessed enough to have children, you know that despite the worst day in the world, when you come home to your children, everything feels better. You can laugh, yell, smile, cuss, worry and cry and you will be met with laughter, teasing, talking, comfort and it will all be out of love. Love of family heals, binds and makes each day worth living.
Here, in this virtual corner of the world, it’s all about my son. My love for this child tops all feelings I’ve ever had for any person. The way his disability has impacted our lives is all encompassing, but, if anything, the disability, even it’s most frustrating and unnerving aspects, only enhance how deeply I love him. I see his beautiful face and his constant smile and recognize the pure goodness of his soul.
As we watch our children grow, they experience things that chip away at the beauty of innocence. Bullying, sadness, death, pain, and regret. And then there is justice. As I fight to re-establish or maintain justice, my son knows that I still believe; that I still have faith. By the example I set, he can see me patching holes in a lack of fairness, keeping faith, preserving innocence and working for good.
If I fail and give up, what will that teach him? Don’t try? Let others dictate what is right even if I do not agree? Give in to others and conform? I will not do it. I will not help kill the faith. My beliefs can make him strong. No, not my delusions. My belief in what is right and true. What is good.
Martin Luther King said: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” Sometimes, you have to give up if you are wrong and you don’t believe anymore. I still believe. I am not giving up. Justice needs another push. Round one may be over. But, as Margaret Thatcher said, sometimes you have to fight a battle more than once to win it. In my business, it’s called an “appeal.” See you there…