Thursday, October 14, 2010

News That Isn't Depressing

I have a hard time keeping up with the news.  Although I find Star Wars to be perfectly appropriate viewing for my kids, not so much with the evening news.  Luke Skywalker's hand being sliced off? Not a problem.  Pretty much everything on the six o' clock news?  Panic-inducing.

Also, as much as I like to know what's going on in the world, the news tends to wear me down.  Stories of bullying are breaking my heart.  Toxic sludge oozes through Hungary like a 1950s B horror movie.  Brett Favre turns out to be, um, indiscreet.  (Speaking of which, what was he thinking? Are there a lot of women turned on by photos of grandpa junk in their email?  Ooooh, baby.  I was going to turn your married ass down, but now that I see your herniated, wrinkled man bits, Imma throw myself atcha.)

It's enough to send me to the Bonkersville Institute.

And then the Chilean miners were rescued.  Thirty-three men spent 69 days together, trapped underground.  Think about that.  During the downpour of Hurricane Alex, I was sending out Facebook messages like modern smoke signals of desperation: I've been trapped in the house with these kids for three freaking days straight.  We're almost out of Doritos!  Gahhh!

And we didn't even lose power.  We sat around and ate Doritos and watched Luke Skywalker get his hand sliced off.

Those men were a half-mile underground for 69 days.  When they emerged one by one, some of them leapt with joy, some of them fell to their knees and prayed.

Watching those men be reunited with their families, we are reminded that hope is never misplaced.

Hope and inspiration aren't always quite this dramatic, but they are there, if you look.  I had an email the other day from the author of Beck Family Blessings, a blog that focuses mostly on the cerebral palsy of the author's beautiful daughter.  Mama Beck is running in a half-marathon to raise money for Phoenix Children's Hospital. Considering that a trip through Super Target exhausts me, I'm pretty impressed.  Plus, for every $5 you donate, she'll enter you in a raffle to win a beautiful handmade quilt, sewn by her mom.  So I threw her "donate" button up on my blog.  I mentioned it in an email to Law Momma and Pregnant Chicken about it, and within minutes the donate button was up on their blogs, too.

Hartley Steiner, who writes about Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD), is making a difference with her blog, too, with her 30/30 Fundraiser.  During the month of October, she's been running 30 families' stories of SPD in 30 days and raising money for the SPD Foundation, which is celebrating its 30th anniversary.  So I put that button up on my blog too.  

Both of these moms have been hit hard by the Special Needs Fairy.  Like, maybe that fairy is carrying a freaking baseball bat instead of a wand.  But both of them have done something amazing to help other moms: told their stories.  And they are dedicating their time and their writing to raising money, not for themselves, but for the organizations that have helped their children.

More good news? To inspire hope, hundreds of adults and teens, both gay and straight, are contributing "It Gets Better" videos to The Trevor Project.  And, really, that's a message that probably every teenager could benefit from, no matter what they're dealing with.  Middle school for me was pretty much one big fat angsty Depeche Mode mix tape, and I wasn't even struggling with sexuality issues.  There have been plenty of times in my life that I needed to hear, "It gets better."

Also? The best news? Someone may have caught a chupacabra in Longview, Texas.  Or maybe just a ratty-looking coyote.  But the fact that it's even being reported in the news as a possible chupacabra makes me incredibly happy.

With all this good news floating around, maybe Brett Favre will locate his sense of decency and apologize for his actions.  Hope springs eternal.


  1. I was so completely happy about the miners today that I simply was out of words on my own blog. It doesn't happen very often but once in a while I stumble with no words left to say.

    I cried each time I tuned in and saw another miner come out of the ground and be greeted with cheers and hugs from family members.

  2. Back in the 90s there was a rumor (?) going around that Brett Favre, whose nickname was "Country," would approach babes in bars using the pickup line, "I'd like to put a little Country in you!" So this recent news didn't shock me. Pretty much everything else he's done over the past few years has shocked me, but not this.

  3. I don't watch the news anymore because I think it's making our entire country over-anxious and distrustful of our fellow humans, most of which are all right and many of which are deeply good, compared to the tiny percentage screwed up enough to be entertaining! I can get the big stuff (like the miners) from friends' facebook updates and the occasional scan of MSNBC ("I'll be skipping THAT story and THAT tragedy, thank you very's the government tax decision I actually want to be informbed about in case someone asks..."). Anyway, thanks for the good news!

  4. OMG if that chupacabra turns out to be real, please send me a link. That is AWESOME!

  5. You rock Mad-Mommy! Thanks for the shout-out!

    JEDI Mama,

  6. @Hartley -- There's nothing like being mentioned in the same post as Brett Favre's junk to make a mom-blogger feel special, right?

  7. I'd like to take a baseball bat to the special needs fairy sometimes.

    But I'm not a violent person. Honest.

  8. You had me at Bonkersville Institute.

    By the way, I think your neurologist may be delivering my mail.


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