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Resilience is a Community Effort

This past week, the events of Boston, MA and West, TX and even the recent decline of my grandfather's health have reiterated one very vital thing for me. Resilience is a community effort.

Preparing alone, coping along, fighting alone - they are all myths of the first order. We do not fight an illness, a disaster, a bombing or anything else for that matter, alone. We fight it with our community. Perhaps not our neighbors directly, proximity is not what it once was, but certainly with our relationships and our network.

Technology has made it possible to see the world in near real-time. It has enabled my family to touch base time zones away during a scary time and it has allowed the world to watch with baited breath as Boston closed a city and West mourned the loss of their town. It's a dual-edged sword, technology. It provides vital connection, yet it can also cause rapid destruction. It's one of those agnostic mediums that requires outside direction to be positive or negative. Patton Oswalt, yes I am quoting the comedian, said,

"The vast majority stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We’d have eaten ourselves alive long ago.

So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, 'The good outnumber you, and we always will.'”

See here's the thing - when we use technology and our community connections to build goodness and fight off danger, we build resilience and strength. That act, the act of protecting what we value, brings us together, makes us stronger, helps us feel deeper, treasure our minutes and remember that even though a threat is near, it will not undermine our lives.


Boston from Bentlily


They keep saying

people with severed limbs

and I want to say
though it is a small point
in the wreckage of my thoughts
that they are not with those limbs

they are without

without the legs
that climbed stairs
ran races
bounced their babies

without the triumph they deserved
without the simplicity of tomorrow
without the trust that a sidewalk
won’t rupture and swallow them again

this sudden withoutness

it chews away at my throat
like it always does
making me want to dig my hands
into the air and push it all back
as though the present
is a landslide I can prevent
with the grit of my want

and the impossible blank
of the people whose faces will never return
their absence is the opposite of gone
they are all we can think about

so I do the only thing there is to do
I stitch my words deeper
into everyone I love
and I try to believe
my wishes can travel
to mend the ones who are broken.

- From Bentlily