Demololition Derby, Detours & What?

Monday evening we decided to watch the demolition derby. Having been an avid fair-goer most of my life I had not watched a demolition derby. I never knew there were rules nor did I know it was a year round endeavor which is taken quite seriously. I was fortunate to stand next to a man with much knowledge. He kindly answered my question and provided me with much information. Something about intentionally smashing cars into one another was cathartic. You know when someone cuts you off and you just want to ram into them-that is the derby. I would like to do it. Just drive a car with the purpose of hitting other cars...on purpose! It really looked like a great way to get out our deep seated, repressed anger. Unfortunately, upon leaving the derby life took a detour. Something happened inside my head. At first I felt that someone had struck me in the head. That not being the case, there was no explanation for the black out, dizzy, loss of motor control which ensued. Liviing with lupus all these years has brought me to a "don't panic" zone. However, after being unable to maintain an alert state all day Tuesday-Wednesday I thought it best to go to the ER. Would not have gone to the ER except CVPH was covered by my insurance, so I figured better safe than sorry. Thankfully the cat-scan was normal(and yes I do have a brain) still feeling some fatigue and mental fuzzies-perhaps the derby was just too exciting. Didn't have a visit to the ER on my vacation plans but life gives us what it does-we have to roll with the flow. Watching the news I see that flight attenndtant went off, or should I say "slid off" I went back to thinking about each of us reaching a breaking point-I reckon we each have one. Maybe we all have it in us to just let it go. The news is portraying this guy as a working class hero-that is disconcerting-we should not choose heroes who break the law. It is that simple. Each of us gets fed up, that is for sure. however, there are codes of conduct we have to abide by. As a teacher there are multiple times within a school year when I have to bite my tongue(so much so I believe I only have half a tongue left) it is not in the job description-taking verbal abuse or accepting blame for all which ails a family-then again it is a part of the job. All part of that rolling with the flow. Don't you ever wonder why people say; "There were warning signs." that mother slashing the throats of her children-this is incomprehensible! Can't wrap my head around that. If anyone saw warning signs-why the he k didn't someone do something? Which brings the question-why would God allow the slaying of innocent children or the slaying of Christian aide workers in Afghanistan? God did not allow these tragedies-he gave us free will, which sometimes leads sick people to do sick things. There is no explanation so stop trying to find one. We can only pray for the families of these children and aide workers-should we pray for the mother or the soldiers-the bible probably tells us to. That is a tough one-I would rather go with the "eye for an eye" part of the bible. Not very Christian I know-something more I should work on. A long list-all the aspects of myself in need of improvement. How can we help one another? What more can we do when we see warning signs? Why don't we do something, anything, if there is any inkling a person is on the ledge. It seems we are more inclined to mind our own business. We are all each other's business-we are one mass of humanity and we need to begin a change which brings us closer. I am responsible for you and you for I. Will we ever get there? Shucks I don't know-in my heart I believe in the better of humankind-despite the six o'clock news. If each of us just digs a little deeper into our own humanity, well we can change the world-we can make it better-we can help one another. I know we can do this-we must do this! Let's just help each other, show more kindness, spread love-at least we can give one another respect and for goodness sakes-we can't close our door when we see warning signs!