Silence – Cowardice or Wisdom

Something I have been thinking a lot about lately and that is my reluctance to voice my opinion on political or controversial topics openly.  I remain silent often and it causes me to wonder, am I a coward, or is it wisdom or something else?

I learned silence at a young age, it was taught in our home.  I can still hear my mother say, “What happens in our house is our business.”  Meaning. Don’t tell anyone about how you are beat with a belt, the fights, and the abuse.  Remain silent, keep secrets.

Others said, “This is our secret.” Meaning: Don’t tell anyone that I am molesting you (I didn’t even know that word) but I knew it was not right.

Also.  “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.”   This one I think was the most useful.  It is most likely the reason I keep a lot of thoughts to myself except for on this blog.  Sometimes ranting about things says more about oneself than the person which is the topic of the rant.

I am content with my beliefs; beliefs about God, about politics, about people.  I don’t find a need to have anyone believe the same as I do.  I won’t force my beliefs on them and I don’t need them to force theirs on me.

Lately however, there are many who become unhinged at people who voice views and opinions which differ from theirs. If you disagree you are a ______ (fill in the blank) racist, bigot, religious radical, pacifist… degenerate of some form.

Those who prefer not to remain silent seem to be everywhere and in my face.  They want others to hear what they believe and they want them to embrace it. They repeat their views over and over again and shout them louder and louder.  Neither of these tactics are effective nor do they make it true for me and many others.

So I remain silent.

I understand the “Silent Majority” and I believe I am one of the members of this group.  It is often fear that prevents me from speaking; I do not want to engage in any argument with people who disagree or have rabid views.  I don’t want to be ridiculed, villainized, disciplined or enlightened.

The numbers of the silent majority may be known very soon and when the time comes, I will privately make my voice heard.

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The verse inside the graphic has always been one of my favorites.  There are several versions and one that was used during WWII was used to remind the soldiers their silence saves lives.

Intersections

Warning.  Old ladies must be careful and stop at all intersections. I got a call this morning… someone asking me to take them to the ER in Issaquah. We got there at 9 by 11:30 the doctors had decided to do a test and they asked me to step out of the room. 

I came out and started down one of those long hospital corridors when all of a sudden BAM… I felt like I was hit by a bus.  I went flying across that 10ft hallway, landed on my arse, and hit the wall with my head.  It was not a big yellow bus, but it was a young 6’ something Justin-bus of the human male species.  

60E01375-A8F8-460E-9C69-FA202524CE58A lady came running out if the ER and after a few minutes and accessing everything, I got up.  She asked me if I wanted to see a doctor but my thought process said no  – they were swamped and other than my wounded sense of dignity, and a sore wrist, hip and head everything still moved.  I didn’t want to waste time for someone to say, “Looks like you got knocked on your rear!” Therefore, I declined.

I could make some comparisons here, such as, the other intersections in life that catch you off guard.  The loss of a loved one, a tragic diagnosis,  dealing with aging parents, aging and retirement. These intersections should also be approach with caution.  Take the time to look both ways and reflect on all possibilities  and outcomes.  Should you get sidelined, stop, take a deep breath, pick yourself up and move forward.  Life is a highway with many crossroads. Proceed with caution but stay on the road to the final destination. And…

Always slow down at intersections!!