I woke up Monday morning after the Super Bowl not knowing who won, since I went to bed early. I was getting up at 3:30AM and, with the Patriots ahead, thought I’ll find out what happens when I wake up. (I didn’t have a “dog in the hunt” so I would be happy with whoever won…I like both teams and their stories).
As I got on the computer, I saw the Eagles won. I thought it was cool and started to wage through the news recap. After the initial headline, I plowed right into the rest of it. “Timberlake’s half-time Show A Mess!” “Prince Fans Bashing Show,” “Twitter Loses It Over Kylie Jenner’s Reported Pregnancy,” “Pink Blasts Twitter Trolls,” and my favorite, “Wendy’s Takes Savage Shot at McDonalds!” The bashing continued for several pages. I was totally overwhelmed.
I remember the “Good ‘ole days” when people spoke with the concept, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Who cares if JT didn’t perform the way you think he should have or if Wendy’s quarter pounder is better, fresher and never frozen. It’s flippin’ ground beef! What are we getting so worked up over!? (I do like Wendy’s, by the way. I also like McDonalds. If you’ve seen me, you know my only prerequisite to eating is that the food is non-poisonous. That’s it.)
I understand there are things that tork us off. I understand, there are injustices in the world and we need to sound off about it. But geez, what happened to nice? It’s a performance. It’s football. It’s a baby. For goodness sake, it’s a burger! Don’t watch it, don’t sing along, don’t go to the baby shower, don’t eat the…. okay, I’ll eat the burger.
Today will never come again. It may be your last day. Be a blessing. Be a friend. Encourage someone. Take the time to care. Let your words heal and not wound. I’m guessing I just may have hurt somebody so I’m sure I’ll hear about it.