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It took Margaret Thatcher, Pope and a dog to get me back behind the computer and write.
Last week, the whole world, news etc. talked about only one thing: The first (and so far the only) female Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's passing. It's not a shock, she was 87 and ailing. When I turned on the TV and saw her image, a rush of emotions came to me. I pushed back tears that build up, I swallowed back the cry... Why? My guess is that the image took me back to my childhood when she was the PM, and how the world changed since then, how my life had changed but more than anything, seeing people around me or famous people dying of old age, once again reminded me that I was getting old. I will be 38 this year, still young I know. For some things young, for some things old or late... I'm sorry Thatcher but I cried for myself.
Pope, not the newly elected one, it was a question on "who wants to be a millionaire?" about John Paul the 2nd. The question which gave me instant chills was "Pope John Paul the 2nd was the first Catholic pope to enter and pray in a mosque. Which religion was it?" Well, the answer is "Daaa, Islam", but that wasn't the point for me or what made me emotional. This monumental event took place in 2001 in Syria, 30 years after his assassination attempt by a Muslim Turk, Mehmet Ali Agca. I remember those news too. I'm not even a religious person, so why did I have a lump in my throat again? Help me understand...
And the public service announcement on TV by ASPCA about donations to be a guardian and help stop animal cruelty... I couldn't find it on the web or I was going to share it. Very sad song in the background, a dog with very sad eyes looking up, a woman slowly and with intense compassion in her voice saying "...badly beaten/treated/punished (talking about the dogs)by their owners never knowing what they have done to deserve so much pain..." or something along those lines. Sometimes, or if you are a believer and things don't go the way you would like or just seems like all bad things are happening to you, don't you catch yourself saying "Why God, why is it me, what did I do wrong to deserve this?". Will we ever know? Is there ever a reason for anything that happens? The dogs wait for donations so the shelter rescues and takes care of them. Where do we take shelter or find peace for things sometimes we have no control over?