What a waste! I heard the news of the death of Whitney Houston and my one thought was "What a Waste." She was a woman blessed with a beautiful face, and a magnificent voice. She had talent pouring out of her, yet she, like so many before her, lost it all. How many wonderful talented people, who could have blessed the world with their gifts, will loss it all to the demon of demons?
By no means am I put the famous on a pedestal, claiming that losing one of them is more important than losing the person next door who tossed his/her freedom away by doing drug. How many of our own loved ones do we have to lose to the demon before we wake up and seeing what is happening? Are we really so oblivious, so stupid that we can't see it? Do we not realize the great lie presented to us daily by those in Hollywood and the music world about how wonderful and fun drugs are? Do Hollywood and the music industry feel NO responsibility for desensitizing our children to its evil?
Drugs are a great plague upon the land.
What about you and me? What are we doing to teach our loved ones about this demon? I am amazed at how many of my co-workers, who are in their 30s and 40s, smoke pot. Really? Pot at your age? And they can't figure out why their children are doing hard drugs, and partying so hard that their grades are falling or scholarships are being lost. Really? You can't figure that out?
The foster care system is FULL of children who have been tossed aside because mommy and daddy have chosen to get high instead of loving and caring for their own flesh and blood. And don't give me the sob story about addiction and how hard it is and how we should have compassion on these poor addicted parent. I do not care! They chose. No one forced them to get high and forget their children. THEY chose. The only ones who haven't chosen are the victims; the hundreds of thousands of children who are in the system; lost and forgotten.
We were born to soar with the eagles, not wallow with the turkeys. Lame metaphor, I know, but that doesn't diminish its truthfulness. It's time we reclaim ourselves. We must educate our children against this travesty. We must empower them with the knowledge that they were put here on the planet to make a difference for good. The world is theirs, OURS. Let's not lose another Whitney Houston. Let's not have to toss another child into foster care.
Let's win the battle. Let's win the war.
I want to share this tribute I found on You tube. It was a comment left under one of Whitney's songs by someone calling themselves Mistress Ladykat. It read: "A beautiful angel no longer in pain, no longer suffering, rest now sweet Whitney...the road you traveled was long and has now come to an end. Rest in peace. We will always love you."
RIP Whitney. May losing you have a greater purpose. May losing you awaken in us the courage to fight the good fight and to win.
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