One Step at a Time

The other night we watched the last performance of the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus. May 21, 2017 marked the last time in 146 years of performing in front of thousands of people. It was an emotional time, a sad time, the end of an era. My understanding is that there are some people out there who are thrilled they are gone. They say that the animals were treated cruelly. Watching the lion and tiger act made me question this. Honestly, would a lion or tiger really be affectionate towards a person who was cruel to them? I think they would be more inclined to eat them. But that is just my personal opinion.

I went to the circus in Madison Square Garden in 1985. I was visiting my father and step-mom in New York with the oldest, when she was a wee one. Daddy wanted to take her to the circus, and we had the most wonderful time. She was too young to remember it, but not too young to remember the feelings of the experience. She does have those memories.

I started to write about my feelings towards people who join big protests against something. That so many don’t research honestly, or think through the consequences of their actions. As I reread what I wrote I knew I was opening myself up for conflict. It is a time when there is always someone who will disagree about what you say, and have no qualms about letting everyone know. I deleted what I wrote, and changed my delivery.

I am not someone who will jump on a bandwagon and join a protest. If there is a cause I feel needs help I will not waste time or money trying to convince others I am right. I will invest my time and money in trying to make a change; make a difference. I am a firm believer in “actions speak louder than words.” When I see a protest turn violent it degrades anything they had to say. I have enough to worry about in my own life, why would I want to invite that sort of thing in. I do my part in positive actions. I volunteer, support, talk about and share with others. You will have seen me do this a number of times in the past, right here on my blog. You will never see me throw a brick through a store window. What you will see me do is participate. It may be in a small way, but many small ways will make a change. One positive step at a time . . .