John and I went to see the movie Hotel Rwanda on our Friday date night. I knew that I would be emotional watching this movie and yes I know it was just a movie with artistic license used. But, Rock's birth-mother fled her country due to hatred, war and genocide. I knew that this would effect the way I viewed this movie.
I cried. I cried as I saw the portrayal of hatred. I cried as I envisioned my sons being one of these children, hated because they were different. Their nose too broad or not broad enough. Their skin not the right shade of brown... or white.
I cried as I listened to someone talk about the "acts of genocide" and "how many acts did it take to BE Genocide". I cried because I don't understand how someone, people can have such hatred in their hearts.
I cried because I felt so hopeless. How can I raise a family in a world of such disdain for life? How can I teach my children of goodness and love, when there is such hatred and greed? How can I make a difference?
I am only one person, yet one person can make a difference. History is tells of countless people... one person at a time, who have made a difference. Perhaps to thousands, or perhaps to only a few, but the change for good in these lives is felt and carries over with them for generations.
I can make a difference. Perhaps it will only be in the life my children, or my tiny circle of influence, but I hope that I can live my life in such a way that will help bring good to the world. I hope that people will know of my love for the Lord and His gospel and that my life will reflect those teachings that I have learned.
A truly magnificent woman passed away yesterday. Sister Dantzel Nelson was one of the best people I have known. Her goodness and kindness touched me and I am a better person for knowing her and spending such a brief time in her midst. My heart aches for Elder Nelson and his family.