Fighting to Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic


The social temperament and the divisive leadership in the current US administration, prompt my emotional yet balanced scale of disgust. Not just an opinion on damnation but a solution and hope for
the future.

Submitted: January 15, 2018

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Submitted: January 15, 2018

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Fighting to Love

By

Mario A. Alvarez

 

I am no different than you.  I am black, I am brown, I am woman and I am gay.  I’m not

from this land but, my land is as beautiful as any that our Creator has ever made.  I am from Ireland, Nigeria, Alaska, Mexico and Viet Nam.  I speak a different language than those controlling this system of government.  I speak Arabic, Spanish, Japanese and German.  My skin color intimidates a group of people that are controlling and blind with rage.  If I could make a living for my family and advance in my lot in life, I could teach my children the virtue of working hard, having a dream and accomplishing goals.  The love I could show for humanity would be the greatest gift in giving back to my Creator.  As a student, I am earning a 4.0 grade point average but, my peers only see me as a faggot that was arrested for protesting the discrimination of human rights.  Human rights are rights we as a social group are born with.  I have a beautiful wife and two precious babies that fill my life with joy and hope.  I want to do everything I can to make their lives happy, worthwhile and filled with curiosity to explore this wonderful world.  You have a family.  The love you show them might be slightly different but it is in no way more important than the love I show mine.

I am older than my job allows and therefore, I am sent out the door with a gold watch, a handshake and a swift exit.  With the years I’ve given this company and the experience I possess, I could mentor the new employees, train the existing crew or be involved with the community to give back to society.  The love and passion I still have for the process of my daily responsibilities with the friends I’ve made in my department is not something I can turn off when the calendar says I’m 65. 

I’m very thin.  I love my mom and dad.  My brother picks on me sometimes but, I know he still loves me.  I still remember how he came home from a school trip to Chicago and when he and I were in our room while he was unpacking, he pulled out a t-shirt and a hardcover book of the Museum of Natural History and handed them to me as a gift.  The love he showed for me by thinking enough about me to buy me something so special and dear to me.  I don’t play sports, I don’t follow music and celebrity gossip.  I get picked on, punched in the arm, spat on and made fun of by the kids in my school.  Even some of the teachers treat me like I’m some kind of head case.  But, I love to learn and I get excited when I get a chance to talk about history and those who became great doing what they loved.  I would love to talk to younger kids to show them that this little school, this town, this state is just a little dot on a map.  The map that I want to show them has many other dots in many other schools, towns, states and continents.  They can be the one that puts our town on THAT map.

I am Muslim and I believe that the God I serve is one that teaches me to love all the people of the world.  My religion shows me that good is everywhere and it is my responsibility to encourage those around me to shine brightly for the advancement of peace.  I wear different clothes for comfort and for religious beliefs but, these clothes are the excuses some use to fear me.  The love I have for you is greater than just for a day, a year or a lifetime.  The love I have for you is eternal.  Allah teaches me that we are to love for now and for our heavenly rewards. 

I am Christian.  I am Hindu.  I am Baha’i.  I am Atheist.  I am Liberal.  I am Conservative.  I am homeless.  I am disabled.  I love my wife.  I love my husband.  I love my family.  I love my sports.  I love my books.  When I pick up my daughter and put her in her high chair to feed her, I make these noises and facial gestures that make her laugh.  I open my mouth to coax her to open hers when I’m getting ready to put the tiny spoonful of apple sauce in her tiny little mouth.  She shows her two front teeth and smiles.  After the feeding and the warm washcloth to wipe those rosy cheeks, I lovingly pull her out of the chair and hold her to my chest to bring the burp.  I fight a tear of joy and awe to simply smell her baby breath and her hair and skin.  I sway softly and hum a quiet tune.  She naps in her crib while I clean the kitchen from her lunch as I think about how lucky I am to be her mommy, to love someone so. 

This isn’t about the money in my pocket or lack of.  This life has been hard since the beginning of time.  Our lives have been filled with moments of wonder and discovery.  We want to share this feeling with everyone. 

My neighbors are black, hard-working and drive late model vehicles that they keep clean.  The yard is immaculate and manicured.  Next door to them, the Caucasian couple is visited by the city police at least once a month for excessive noise, domestic abuse and illegal activity.  The neighbors on the other side of me are Muslim.  The children are home schooled because of bullying from their prior elementary school that the decision was made to educate them at home.  Across the road is a Hispanic family that has a child in a wheelchair and the dad is in construction.  I know this because his pick-up truck is filled with tools and ladders and I have seen him down the block helping an elderly couple with some handyman chores.  

Time is not on our side.  We have learned from childhood to adulthood that time is cruel and that time waits for no man.  A wise man once told me that God is infinite.  God has existed before time and that time is just a hiccup in infinity.  Imagine the tip of a needle.  In the big picture of universe and cosmos and infinity, time is smaller than the tip of that needle.  So why do we put so much emphasis on the things that make us different?  Why is it so important for you to strike me down just because of the deep shade of brown skin that I have been blessed with?  If you see me squatting by the storefront with my hand out and asking those that pass me by for a small amount of change to get a meal, would you walk around me without looking at me and ignore me?  If I’m a white man and my car overheats in your neighborhood and I pop the hood as the steam pours out, will you slowly gather your group, make a menacing gesture coming towards me with a sneer and your hand stretched out holding a knife?Or will you walk confidently towards me with a smile and hand stretched out holding a gallon of water knowing that water for the radiator is what I need to help me with my car? 

Can you imagine the love of a new friend we could have if you didn’t care that I came from Mexico and spoke Spanish?  As a lover of Indian and Italian food, I am convinced that there are so many other cultures that create magical meals that I would love to try.  Can you show me the way you dance in your homeland?  Teach me to say “I love you” in your language.  How much Yen will I get back if I exchange ten dollars?  Will I need a heavy coat with gloves, a hat and boots when I come visit?

We will never achieve love if we keep measuring the worth of one another by our differences.  Time is ticking away.  My God teaches me that He gave His only Son because He loves us so much.  His Son was the gift of love.  Love is what gives us a smile.  Love makes us look forward to tomorrow.  Love makes me act goofy and silly when entertaining my toddler.  Love allows me to share a warm embrace with my elderly grandma.  Love has me running out of the car towards a rushing river where a young man is holding on for dear life in an attempt to save him.  Love for my girlfriend has me stand on the stage with a microphone singing karaoke even though I don’t sing.

We can’t allow our judgment of skin color, sexual preference, disability, age, gender, religion and body size to cloud our hearts and minds as we walk this walk of life together.  Since the beginning of time, we have been killing one another for every possible reason out of hate.  Love is infinite.  Love is necessary.  Love is the glue that keeps us bound together.  We’re running out of time.  This new year, allow yourself to get to know someone that you would otherwise not approach, let alone shake their hand.  Give yourself a treat of another’s delicious meal.  Give your mind an exercise of learning another language.  Give your heart another beat by signing up for a dance class of Rumba, Salsa and Reggae.  And, especially, give yourself the gift of love.


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