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There has been a journey in life which simply results in the desire to share unconditional love.

February Black History Month and Love.
When I was a child my mother would take me onto Wurtsmith AFB to watch a black history month show being preformed on stage.  Later, as a student at Michigan State University, I was a member of the Charles Drew Enrichment Laboratory which helped anyone but especially minorities who had a lower graduation rate after successful entrance, to graduate.  We would have weekly circle groups where we each read our report about a minority, it opened my eyes to all the achievements that I never ever learned about before. I believe that it was at MSU or maybe PSU that we would have MLK day off, in January, and notices were sent out to have a "day on" not a day off, in which you were requested to volunteer in the community and give back.  Since then I rarely hear anyone talking about MLK or Black History month and it makes me feel very sad!  I do not hear of events.  This past week I was told that I can watch a MLK celebration that took place at Beth Israel, in NW Portland recently, online.  I would like to attend their event next year.  I was so grateful that someone from the Jewish faith, after so many years, had informed me of an event and acknowledged history that so many people do not care about.  I am not blaming anyone.  I remember being a medical student and spending the whole MLK day in private clinics, sure kids and college students were out of school and the US mail was not delivered, but could we put up a sign somewhere with a group of diverse people having a peaceful time, pictures are worth a thousand words.  I say that I am woke then casually "forget" that I can have my own celebration.  That no one is stopping me from learning and relearning my history, not just of blacks, but of other ethnic groups, that I did not learn about in standard history courses or even about women, or silent heroes.  Life as a minority can be so discouraging.  I am a single mother and have very few "friends".  There is so much racism in the world that it takes me doing a lot of prayer and meditation each day just to face the world.  What I would like to see is love.  Love for self, love for others and recognizing that each of us is an individual not a product of a stereotype that media attempts to portray.   Peace; may you find yourself in good health.