In a few hours my first born son is getting married to a sweet beautiful southern girl from a lively close knit family in Georgia that I’ve just begun to get to know. This wedding epitomizes a melting pot — northern boy and northern family merging with the southerners; Jewish friends, Christian friends, elderly and young; West coast, East coast; city folk, country folk.
The pillow in my room has an Indian saying on it: “…everything on Earth has a purpose….” How I wish it was possible to unite the world; eliminate war and comparisons, rancor and revenge. Some people seem to want to keep the Civil War alive, long after even its ghosts have passed.
Where do we go from here? Into Hope — the only place for a soul to thrive.