During a poetry reading in Missoula, MT, a Vietnam combat veteran reminded his audience that he and other veterans returned not to waves of gratitude, but to a line of protesters calling for peace. He spoke of being a child during the war as he introduced his poem, “I Think I Died In Vietnam.” By its nature, standing a line is combative. Any statement for something is also a statement against something. On the heels now of the largest climate march to date, 310,000 people gathered in the streets of New York City September 21, 2014, we begin a wave of actions with the potential to change the global course from disaster to harmony. Unless all of us work together, this wave will not continue to flow and disharmony will reveal itself as the prevailing chord. As I think of this Vietnam veteran and my own father who served as a surgeon in that war, I, too, consider men who have spent the majority of their lives building businesses in an air of cut-throat competition, my son’s paternal grandfather included. I want compassion for all of them. Man, each in his own way, has slaved to provide for many while protecting those […]
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