Friday, July 09, 2010
The goodness of caring
It has been 36 years since I married a nice fellow named Arden. It’s been 30 years since we divorced for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is the fact that I came out as a lesbian. Soon after, I moved 750 miles from Michigan to Kansas. We fell out of touch. Since I left Michigan, I hadn’t even talked to him until I tracked him down last year to get help with a rather picky government form. Yesterday I got an email from Arden... Read More.
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you needed help from a "man"?--but you are an all powerful lez
I've been trying to figure out the best way to respond to this comment. And there may not be one. I could lecture about how being a lesbian isn't about hating men, or even ex-husbands. But I'm not certain that would be heard.
All I think I can do is to point you to read the entire post at www.insearchofgoodness.com. What I'm attempting to say is that basic, human decency and the ability to care about another human may be the most important first step toward goodness.
I have always cared about my ex-husband. He has always cared about me. The fact that we couldn't stay married doesn't negate our love and respect for each other -- a fact that he proved by letting me know my old friend had been ill. What struck me as so important was that he was the only person in Michigan who knew I would care, and he reached out to me. What a blessing, and what a kind soul he is.
Bottom line to anonymous: I am not your enemy. I wish you well.
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