Has the Evil that was the Holocaust Died?

Authored by:  S Briscoe

With the recent public disclosure of the “left’s” true nature that is obviously based on antisemitism I felt it necessary to post a warning.  Of course I’m referring to Congresswoman Omar’s comments about the ills of Jewish influence.  I’m not surprised she said it, it is common knowledge Muslims have a special hatred reserved for the Jewish people.  What does surprise me is the wagon load of Congressional and Senatorial members who are defending her and her comments.  Perhaps “surprised” is not the right word, to be honest, their support for her comments does not actually surprise me. Regardless. this is a very dangerous line that has just been stepped over; I might also add it was stepped over with a bit of fanfare and prideful glee.

Do you think the evil that was the Holocaust of 1932 to 1945 has died away and cannot happen again?  Do you not believe this was how it started; a single antisemitic comment that was allowed to pass as innocent. Let’s discuss…

At the height of the Third Reich’s glory days there were more than 20,000 concentration camps. There are names of sites that anyone with just a bit of education recognize instantly—Auschwitz, Dachau, Sobibor and Treblinka to name a few. In actuality many of these camps were not just a single facility but a series of camps. Auschwitz had a number of satellite facilities like Birkenau, Blechhammer, Gleiwitzi, Janinagrube, Jaworzno, Monowitz, Kattowitz and a number of others. Dachau had Kaufering and Landberg as well as a few other satellite facilities. Suffice it to say if you see the name of one camp there are no less than two or three sites associated with it that you were not aware of. The killing machine had been honed to efficiency and perfection by the German War Machine.

Hey, I just heard you scream at the monitor, shouting from the left, “There are no concentration camps in the U.S. and we are not in an active conflict with the Jews so you’re just fear-mongering!” Yes, you’re right, there are no camps in the United States. But, did you know…

Many believe the camps of Nazi Germany were constructed and initiated operations as WWII kicked off in 1939. But this is not true. Dachau, the 1st concentration camp, opened March 22nd, 1933; that’s six years before the 1st hostile bullet fired that started WWII. Will also add Dachau opened it’s doors 5 years BEFORE Time Magazine named Hitler “Man of the Year.” As time progressed, and as people accepted the lunacy that was the Third Reich, these camps appeared exponentially all across Germany and then in occupied countries and eventually turned into the horror camps that was the Holocaust. I should mention here it was in 1933 that the German people elected to give total control to the madman who was Hitler. Many of these camps were liberated toward the end of WWII by the Allied Forces in the early months of 1945, but many were, prior to being overrun by Allied Forces, liquidated. Meaning every person held there were exterminated and the camp burned to the ground in an effort to remove any semblance of existence or evidence. History has documented that so twisted and perverse was this desire to kill, even after all knew the war was lost, the Germany killing machine continued expending what little resources remained to facilitate the mass murder of millions.

These camps were categorized by the Nazi henchmen for specific purposes. Some were forced labor camps, some were nothing more than holding centers and others had the distinct purpose of annihilation. If, while serving at the labor camps a prisoner could no longer work or were deemed unnecessary, they were sent to one of the special camps that specialized in death—like Auschwitz-Birkenau, Sobibor, Treblinka, Chelmno or Belzec (all in Poland). Prisoners of war, political prisoners or anyone who did not think along the lines of a good Nazi were sent to labor camps and had only a slight hope of survival. Others, like the Jews, homosexuals, Gypsies, Serbs, Jehovah’s Witnesses, mentally infirm, the elderly and select others (considered “anti-social” i.e. beggars, “deplorables” and vagrants) were sent to an extermination camp as they had no place in the Third Reich. Starting prior to 1932, Jews (and others) were discriminated against and eventually measures were initiated that pushed discrimination to a new level—the systematic extermination of the Jews.  Endlosung – The Final Solution, started in the Soviet Union in 1941. There was even a very specific formula to determine if you were to be considered a Jew—and of course, if you were considered a Jew you were destined for one of the extermination camps. Even if you did not meet the definition of a Jew, as outlined by the Nazi formula, but had a trace of Jewish blood you were categorized as Mischlinge (a hybrid) and met with State-sanctioned discrimination commensurate to your level of Jewish blood. Eventually, those considered to be First Degree Mischlinge (two Jewish Grandparents) were deported to the death camps. An estimated total of 11 million people were murdered in the German death camps.

It is believed by some the Nazi Party did not initially have an overt plan to exterminate Jews or “undesirables” from the beginning of the Reich’s conception, but this is not true.  It can be inferred from his writings and speeches that Hitler wanted this from the beginning, but as a Government, the Nazi Party did not act on Hitler’s desires until they were sure there would be no major revolt from the German population.

“In the course of my life I have very often been a prophet, and have usually been ridiculed for it. During the time of my struggle for power it was in the first instance only the Jewish race that received my prophecies with laughter when I said that I would one day take over the leadership of the State, and with it that of the whole nation, and that I would then among other things settle the Jewish problem. Their laughter was uproarious, but I think that for some time now they have been laughing on the other side of their face. Today I will once more be a prophet: if the international Jewish financiers in and outside Europe should succeed in plunging the nations once more into a world war, then the result will not be the Bolshevizing of the earth, and thus the victory of Jewry, but the annihilation of the Jewish race in Europe!” Adolf Hitler – January 30, 1939

Millions were exterminated because one group of people were convinced by the elite that another group of people did not matter.

By 1941, after two years of a war they were winning, and with the implementation of a massive propaganda effort, the German people were complacent and content to let the Nazi Party do as they saw fit—regardless of what that might be. A letter from the Bishop of Limburg (Dr. Hilfrich) to the Reich Ministry of Justice in August 1941, (among others things) pleaded to, “…prevent further transgressions of the Fifth Commandment of God.” Therefore, there were pockets of German and other European citizens (small groups and individuals) who worked against the Nazi Party and their Final Solution, however, there is no evidence of a national movement to stop the killing. In fact, the majority, either directly or indirectly, whether wittingly or unwittingly, worked to further the Nazi agenda.  At the very least they did nothing to stop it.

The Hadamar Epthanasis Centre was one of six facilities that performed mass sterilization and mass murder of “undesirable” members of German society, specifically those with physical or mental disabilities – today we call them deplorables.

Local school children knew what was going on and tease each other by saying, “…you’re crazy; you’ll be sent to the baking oven in Hadamar…” as stated in the aforementioned letter from Bishop Hilfrich. What was going on was a known fact throughout occupied Europe and it was accepted as the norm by most.

You can dissect the events from 1932 thru 1934 that gave Hitler total control and allowed him to pursue his perverse plan, and the subsequent events up through May of 1945, but it all comes down to the fact that the Nation of Germany allowed this to happen. So, can we lay complete blame on Hitler and his henchmen? No. Soon after becoming Chancellor in 1932, Hitler called for a new election and used a massive propaganda machine to demonstrate to the German people that he was their only hope for a new and prosperous Germany—he promised “change” after the economic crash of the late 1920’s and early 30’s. This election was won because a percentage of the votes offered, a vote that opened the door to the Holocaust and hurled the world into war, was provided by Germans who considered themselves conservative. In fact, Hitler was appointed Chancellor of Germany, “…as the result of a constitutionally questionable deal among a small group of conservative German politicians who had given up on parliamentary rule.” Their plan was to use and then outmaneuver Hitler to regain power, but their plan failed. This led to Hitler’s full use of the Sturmabteilung (S.A., Storm Troopers), the Geheime Staatspolizei (Gestapo), the Schutzstaffel (SS, Protection Squad), the Sicherheitsdienst des ReichsfuhrersSS (S.D., Security Service of the SS) and ultimately the Einsatzgruppen (mobile killing groups each containing several commando units) whose sole purpose was to travel the country side and exterminate Jews wherever they might be. These organizations, and others like them, ran the camps and collected the occupants to fill the camps, the gas chambers, and the crematoriums. The sickness and perverse nature of the men (and women) who filled the ranks of these organizations could move about and initiate any atrocity without fear of retribution from the nation’s citizens or retribution or sanctions from a government that claimed to serve the people—that is people who met a specific identity and mindset. What is said to be unique about Hitler’s “Final Solution” was the determination to murder, without exception, every Jew who were unfortunate enough to be within their grasp, with a fervent fanaticism, ingenuity, efficiency and cruelty. Sonderbehandlung (special treatment) was reserved for the Jewish population and from captivity to the application of “special treatment” the life of a Jew was intolerably brutal—and very short; often only as long as it would take to transport them to the extermination site.  Most who arrived at the camp were ashes before the end of the day.

So, back to the original question, “Do you think the evil that was the Holocaust of 1932 to 1945 has died away?”

The answer, “no, it has not, it is still here.” I’ve heard people say something along the lines of, the Holocaust was a very unique thing and could never happen again, because we are much more civilized now—but that is such a lie. (I should also mention here there are those who are pushing an agenda to have the Holocaust of the Third Reich removed from history since they claim it never happened.) Let’s look at some not so distant historical facts. The annihilation of the Native American in the 1800s and 1900s – in fact, although subtle, this practice continues today. The prisoner of War camps of the Civil War—Andersonville in the South and Rock Island in the North. The extermination of millions by Pol Pot’s Red Khmer in Cambodia (1975-1979), the Stolen Generations in Australia (1910-1970’s), the Sudan (1955-1972 and again 1983-2005), the Brazilian Indian Genocide (1957-1968), Rwanda (1962-1963 and again in 1983), Uganda (1971-1979), Sri Lanka (1983-2009), North Korea (1950’s to Present), Darfur (2003-Present) and Syria (2011-Present). All of these events took place with the approval (or the lack of disapproval) of a government and people of influence of that nation. Sadly these listed are just a few recent “events” of civilized societies acting on a thought that one group of people are better than another and therefore have the right to exterminate those they deem unfit or not in line with accepted philosophies.

The original caption on for this picture made reference to “Nazi Germany” but the current caption could identify a scene from anywhere.

The evil that was the Holocaust is ever present and all it takes is for good people to allow it. All it takes is a twisted leader, with the support of a few henchmen and the blind eye of a nation and the Holocaust will play itself out at anytime, anywhere. And yes, even in the United States. History will repeat itself over and over again. The first step that opens the door to a Holocaust is the thought that it could never happen here.  Do you think this nation exempt? The second step is to allow public statements of antisemitism (anti-anyone) by elected figures go unchecked and unquestioned; making excuses in defense of their comments is revolting and should NEVER be tolerated by the people of this great Nation.

This is how it starts. You can be the part of this nation who implements it, you can the part that ignores it and does nothing either way, or you can be the part the stands up to it and pushes back.

There are no other alternatives.

© 2019 Steve Briscoe All Rights Reserved

 

Opinion: I’m in a Hurry

By Dee Armstrong

I’m in a hurry to get things done.
I rush and rush until life’s no fun.
All I need to do is live and die.
I’m in a hurry and I don’t know why.  Alabama

Our personal lifestyle here in Montana reflects a pace unknown to city dwellers. Even lacking the big cities, we find the rush of city life flurrying around us. With all the imports from Canada, California, and so many other places, people tend to bring their “in a hurry” attitude with them. In my opinion, that state of hurriedness brings all sorts of problems for everyone. And the attitude (“driven”) can agitate good health and certainly isn’t helpful for health issues. I believe God gave us the ability to handle some stress, but, when that stress is unnecessary, we’re foolish to push the envelope.

The first “hurry” that is most obvious is the speed limit. I don’t appreciate the guy or gal in front of me going 50 in a 65-mph speed limit. However, road and weather conditions should dictate the speed, as well as choice. In casual conversation, one lifelong Montanan said that people who drive 50 in a 65 should be ticketed. I responded with a question: “Do you know the definition of the word ‘limit’?” I asked him to keep in mind that the speed limit does not dictate the appropriate speed.

A coworker who was a retired state trooper once told me that being in a hurry was the routine excuse that he heard during all kinds of traffic violations and accidents. I refuse to provide any state with more revenue due to my ignoring its laws. It’s just not worth the stress or the money.

One time, I was called to jury duty. The defense attorney asked all of us prospective jurors who was a little nervous when we noticed a cop car behind us. All jurors raised their hands except me. He asked me individually, “You aren’t a bit nervous?” I replied, “Not at all. Just the opposite. When there’s a cop car around, every driver plays nice on the road. I love it.” The judge, the prosecutor, and the two policemen laughed out loud. Needless to say, the defense attorney gave me a thumbs-down. But I digress.

Yes, going too slow can cause a traffic issue, but I find tailgaters to be more of a safety hazard than those going slightly slower than we’d like, or under the speed limit. Many roads here have a 70-mph speed limit. One such road crosses a rather narrow bridge with a shoulder not wide enough to park a car. One day, I approached the bridge and saw a deer (boy, they are everywhere here) trapped on the bridge, trying to make its way across. Slow down? I surely did, but others coming the other direction did not. That was an “I’m -in-a-hurry” accident waiting to happen. There are lots of deer, and they don’t really cross where the sign says, “Wildlife Crossing.”  Let’s give them a ticket for jaywalking (deer-walking?). Or send them back to school to learn to read.

The rule of thumb, in my opinion, of course, is, if you can’t see around the bend or over the hill, slow down until you can see. Oh, my gosh—is that just too much common sense for a society that appears to have made common sense so terribly UNCOMMON?

The other “hurry” is at the grocery store or big box store. I understand that others may have time restrictions and are trying to get things done quickly. Those carts are weapons to one’s heels. They can do serious damage. Tailgating with those carts is a no-no, similar to tailgating in a car. However, I also believe that common courtesy dictates that us slower-moving shoppers should pull aside or park off the main aisle so those with the time issues can fly past. Sounds a little like the road traffic?

I don’t care how fast you go—in the store or on the road. I don’t care how many chances you take in your everyday life. I only start caring when you affect what I do, my safety, my stress level, my health, my money, my constitutionally protected freedoms—and those of my family and loved ones.

I have come to realize that it’s the touch of Libertarian in me. I’ve come to believe that others—those who speed, those who do drugs, those who are rude, those who are unaware of anyone around them—can press on as long as it doesn’t affect me or those I love.

How do I curb my “I’m-in-a-hurry” mode of operation? First, I make sure I allow plenty of time to get where I’m going. Even during my working days (and I had a three-hour commute, one way!), I always arrived on time because I allowed for potential obstacles. I had a one cup of coffee at home, but I often arrived early enough to grab that second cup before my allotted start time. I wasn’t getting paid to stand in line at Starbucks. If I didn’t have the time before my work clock started, I did without the coffee. That didn’t happen very often because I really was annoying without that second cup. It’s called a work ethic. Because of my work ethic, I was called “Goody Two-Shoes,” but I didn’t care. My work ethic made me feel good. I was proud to be a responsible employee.

Consideration for others includes being on time. Consideration for me means planning my time so I don’t have to hurry. You wouldn’t believe the amount of stress that this approach eliminates. I wish everyone would try it, for everyone’s sake.

Be safe, stay informed, and thanks for reading!

© 2019 Dee Armstrong All Rights Reserved

Whatever Happened to Sticks and Stones?

By Dee Armstrong

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but names can never harm me. Only if I LET them!

Yes, words can hurt, but only if they come from someone I respect and love. Even then, I get over it. I don’t scar easily. And, as I matured, I found it easier to walk away from trouble.

Speaking words or putting them down on paper (or a computer screen) requires a certain level of vocabulary. Words put together in a clear, unambiguous narrative can inform, influence or motivate. Words written or spoken for any other reason are just blanks, with little to no power to do much of anything, unless we allow them.

Name-calling, as children, was frowned upon, but parents realized they couldn’t protect their children from every bad thing. So, we were taught the sticks-and-stones philosophy. Don’t let others hurt you with their hurtful words. That lesson encouraged self-confidence and taught us to walk away from most trouble. Pick your battles—and name-calling wasn’t worth the fight.

Several decades ago, I was watching the Johnny Carson Show one late night (remember him?). Johnny was conducting an audience search for the most unusual or funny name. I can’t recall what names popped up, but I said to myself, “If I was there in that audience, I would have won the prize.” My parents stuck me with the given name of Edith Muriel Kronbitter. Could it get any worse or any funnier?

I hated elementary school classmates calling me “Eat-It.” In middle school, I was so skinny and tall they called me Beanpole, and taunted, that, when I turned sideways, I disappeared. At high school graduation, you can imagine my horror when the principal called me to the stage to get my diploma: “Edith Krumbiter.” Would I ever live that down? I wanted to move away, far away.

As I grew into an adult, and started my family, I realized that names could actually help or hurt a child. I started thinking carefully about what to name my daughter. I was named Edith after the dear and generous English woman who took my abandoned mother into her home and cared for her, taught her, and loved my sister and me as if we were her real grandchildren. We called her Aunt Edith. Muriel was my mother’s name. Kronbitter? A German name from Kronenbiter—beggar of coins. Oh well, no way to talk myself into loving that one.  I often wonder if I got married just to change my last name. At the wedding reception, I’ll never forget my new mother-in-law’s greeting: “Welcome to the family, dear. Now I can finally remember your last name!”

I digress. Naming my daughter. I managed to convince my husband on the first name Meredith, which contained our dear Aunt Edith’s name.  Middle name would be Jeanne, my deceased sister’s name. I liked the melody of “Meredith Jeanne.”  Of course, with the nickname of “Merrie,” her classmates taunted her with “Merry Christmas.” Kids just do those things.

Now, in my winter years, I’m pleased I’m named after a wonderful and kind woman. That’s called “growing up” with some good core values, I’m proud to say.

So now I face the issue of PC—political correctness. We can think it (at lease, still), but before we speak, most of what we want to say we must re-run through our brain several times, checking for anything offensive to anyone. Not me. Implementation of my freedom of speech has lost me a few friends, but I figure they weren’t really friends anyway.

I believe we have the First Amendment right to speak—not spread lies or yell “Fire” in a theater—but to speak our minds and opinions.

If someone calls me a name I don’t like, I don’t have to listen. If someone writes something I don’t like, I can stop reading. If I see a TV show I find offensive (lots of them out there), I change the channel. I don’t file a complaint or hire a lawyer. If I do those things to someone else, they have choices too. Turn away, delete the email, take the book back to the library, change the channel.

No wonder our current state of affairs is in chaos. Everyone is picking on everyone else for some dumb reason or another. I believe our country is producing a whole fragile generation who has way too much time on its hands to scrutinize others’ speech. I feel like telling the politically correct police that life isn’t fair, and your opinion is yours to voice, but, according to the Constitution, I can voice mine too, whether you like it or not.

Here goes an eyebrow-raiser. In my opinion, there is no such thing as a “hate” crime. To hate is NOT a crime. It sure isn’t constructive and can do the hater lots of damage, physically, emotionally, and certainly spiritually. However, hate is not illegal. It’s the action that is the crime, regardless of whether hate is involved or not. Someone who murders someone because they hate them–or love them–is still a murderer. At the trial, hate may be motive. The three elements to prove guilt are motive, means and opportunity. None of these three things is the crime. They just help convict. But murder committed for any reason is still murder. What about the mother who abandons or even kills her children because her new boyfriend doesn’t want kids? What about the out-of-control druggie who assaults or kills for money to buy drugs? What about the grandson who kills the grandparents for his inheritance? Lots of emotions—or lack of them—can motivate someone to commit a crime. It’s the action that is the crime—not the emotion or motivation.

I know first-hand about motive. The man who killed my sister stood in court, crying, and sincerely claiming he loved her so much that he couldn’t bear the thought of her dating someone else. Jealously was the motive, not the crime. Should he be punished any less because he didn’t hate her? Our judicial system must separate the motive from the crime. Motive is certainly one element of proving guilt, but taking a life is the CRIME.

Name calling can hurt and damage us, if we let it. As humans, we have the ability to heal, even though we might need help from family, friends or community. We must take a look at how we raise our children. I believe in the sticks-and-stones approach, because, as my dear mom would say from experience, where there’s life, there’s hope. We have choices, at least so far. Society must recognize the priceless value of our First Amendment or we, collectively and individually, will certainly crumble and fail.

Be safe, stay informed, and thanks for reading!

© 2019 Dee Armstrong All Rights Reserved

Where will our blindness to ugly history lead?

By J. D. Pendry

My last article was a brief history of the Selective Service System, a discussion of the draft, Vietnam era draft resistors, and whether recent Department of Defense policy changes and court decisions could change the status of women and Selective Service Registration.  I may have touched a nerve or two about an unpopular subject.  But when you write about things many Americans lived through, the painted picture is not always a pretty one.

As a people, we’ve managed to overcome national atrocities of slavery and civil rights.  It’s ugly history, but it is our history and must not be buried or forgotten.  Our early treatment of Native Americans is too an atrocity.  It’s another ugly piece of our history getting little modern-day attention.  The Civil War was an ugly part of our nation’s history.  We tend to glorify the willingness of Americans killing Americans when we should acknowledge and learn from it.  It is estimated that 2.5 percent of the US population of the time died in our war.  Calculated by today’s population that’s more than 8 million.  Media and politicians continue to divide our country in a manner not seen since the pre-civil war days.  Will their unharnessed quests for control and power push us into another?  And sadly, the good history of our country, our founding, the revolution, the creation of a free republic of a kind never before seen in human history is now billed as an abomination created by old white slave owners.

The Vietnam War fought by young men who were told they were saving a people desiring freedom from the onslaught of communism is ugly history.  In Vietnam and here at home, it was a political war.  It dragged on for 20 years driven by political rather than military decisions.  Even with tremendous loss of life and treasure, today’s Vietnam is communist.  And on the ugly underside is the military industrial complex first mentioned by President Eisenhower when he warned of the “danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite.”    It is a wealth building circle.  The defense industry sells the latest and greatest weaponry to the Pentagon.  The lobbyists and Generals convince Congress of the need for the latest and greatest.  Money flows in a neat little circle from the treasury to the defense industry to political coffers. For everyone except Soldiers, war is a wealth builder.  It must always be the absolute last choice for a people – a truly great nation.  Our country’s poor treatment of Vietnam Veterans is a bleeding wound the guilty are still trying to cauterize.  Are we doing it again?

We don’t learn from our ugly history.  In 2012, I wrote Just Another Vietnam?  Looking back, it’s prophetic.  Now we have another generation of young men and women with repeated combat tours in Afghanistan and Iraq who are committing suicide at an unheard of rate.  We are not embracing them, giving them needed counseling and decompression time before we drop them back into their communities as if they’ve been on a vacation.  It is sad to me to that I would even entertain such thoughts but there is great wealth in the military industrial complex and nation building.  But at what cost to generations of our young who bear the burden of fighting our nation’s wars.  At what cost do we continue to fight seemingly unending interventionist wars in such a manner?

What do we do with our ugly history?  Instead of learning, healing and moving on, we use it as a divisive bludgeon.  We ignore it while many Americans remain destitute on reservations.  We try to destroy any reminders of it as if that will remove it.  Our military is fighting and dying in a foreign land but just like Vietnam, America isn’t.  Our politicians do not seem concerned, the media certainly isn’t, and because of that the average American isn’t either.  Every time we hear the suicide rate our hearts ache for a minute, then we head for the mall.

Not only will ignorance of our history result in our own destruction, ignorance of the world will as well.  College kids, media and even politicians nowadays do not hesitate to call someone a NAZI or fascist.  What they cannot do is tell you how National Socialism came to power in Germany behind utopian promises from a charismatic monster.  They cannot define fascism, which is what they practice each time they riot on campus to shut down voices of those holding different views or ignore facts and real news.  They cannot tell you about the failures of Socialism across the world and the millions of deaths left in its wake.  They can tell you about an amazing society where everything is beautiful, everyone is equal, college is free, medical care is free, and life is blissful.  They do not understand that socialism by its very nature is a failed theory.  It’s a hard lesson even the Pilgrims learned.  If there is no incentive to produce, no possibility of improving one’s stature in life then no one produces and the collective dies.  Many Americans are wide-eyed, voting aged and worldly ignorant.  It’s not only the kids, and that should scare everyone.  What they do not understand is that there will always be the wealthy who can afford the good things and pay for the best private medical care.  Ironically as living people are the advocates for abortion, the wealthy who can escape it are the biggest advocates of socialism.  While they enjoy the good life, the rest of us in the egalitarian utopia are equally destitute, equally miserable and equally unable to raise our stature.

There will always be wild-eyed, charismatic, and angry Pied Piper politicians ready to capitalize on manufactured ignorance of history and the world to sell us a society from which the only escape is death.  History suggests we may blindly follow.

© 2019 J. D. Pendry J. D. Pendry’s American Journal

How Will You Be Remembered

Authored by Steve Briscoe

I heard a line in a movie once that I thought was very profound, “What you do in life, echoes in eternity.” The movie was a fictional account of how an individual persevered while facing insurmountable odds. Some reading this may know what movie I’m talking about, but the movie is not the premise of this narrative.

Everything we say, everything we do, our every action is remembered by someone. The compilation of these “remembrances” is our legacy. Our legacy is how we will be remembered. How will we be remembered? How will you be remembered? Did you make every attempt to go to work every day and support your family? Did you go the extra step and extend your hand to others you knew needed assistance? Do you do for others as often as you can or do you wait impatiently for others to do for you? Do you cling to integrity or do you bend left or right of center based on the opinion of others.

Everything we say, do, think, and see has molded us into who we are today. Our experiences, both good and bad, have added fabric to the material that makes us who we are. Who we are will dictate our actions and our actions expose our worth. Doing the right thing is usually harder than doing the popular thing, but both carry direct and/or indirect consequences to ourselves and to those around us. Your actions will inscribe a memory in the minds of your family, friends, associates, and strangers. These actions, when witnessed by others, can change the course of a life; this change can be for the betterment of the witness or it can direct them down a slop of which they may not return.

Will the memory of you bring a smile or will it bring a dismal response? Will you be remembered fondly or will that memory bring a chill of contempt? Will you be remembered at all? There are several names from history and will never be forgotten, some good and some bad. Names like Hitler, Gandhi, Mandela, Gangis Khan, Sgt York, the Wright Brothers, Lincoln, Stalin… all are names that resound in history. Had Sgt York not acted selflessly that one time it is possible you would not know his name and it is very possible that day during WWI would have ended very differently. Had Nelson Mandela let depression and hate take over his persona what would have been the outcome? What if Hitler had not had an overly stern father who abused him but rather a father that cultivated in young Adolf that desire to paint pictures?  Most of us will not go down in the history books. We will live our lives and then fade closer and closer to total obscurity with each passing generation. The best we can hope for is to affect those around us in the present and hope, once we are gone, we will be remembered by family, friends and associates as a person of worth. If we are lucky our worth will be passed on to someone who will carry on, someone we have affected in a positive way.

By our actions we display a right way or a wrong way to our children and those with whom we have influence. I suspect, if the truth be told, we will pass on both right and wrong; both ends of the spectrum. Hopefully the positive side of the spectrum will carry more weight – hopefully. It is a good bet that three generations from now no one will know your name or know what or who you were, but you can have a positive effect on that generation if you have a positive effect on this generation because that piece of you passed to those around you may be passed on to subsequent generations.

Whether you want to or not you will affect those around you. By your actions, either good or bad, you will bestow upon someone a piece of fabric that will intertwine itself into who and what they will become and they, in turn, will pass it on to those around them. That is a great responsibility, one you may not acknowledge, but it is there nonetheless. What you do today will echo into the next generation and perhaps beyond. Please take that into account when you are faced with an option that requires a hard decision; others are watching and others will be affected. Think of who you are, who you want to be, and how you want to be remembered.

© 2019 Steve Briscoe All Rights Reserved

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