It’s what the news will never tell you about people. It’s what comedians will never joke about. It’s the unseen part of every human being…
I walk into the house on a random Wednesday night and the television is on, tuned to the local news. I can’t remember the last time we watched the news in our house.
And I’m quickly reminded why.
The local newscasters recount story after story of death and murder and tragedy and fear. By the time the commercial break puts a pause in the terror, I’m convinced I need to beef up my home security system, quarantine my family, and immediately change every password on every account.
I hit the power button.
Oldest Son: Why did you do that?
Me: At most, ten percent of what people did in the world today was horrible, but they make it look like bad stuff is the only thing going on.
Oldest Son: Oh, it’s way more than ten percent.
Me: How much of what you did today was horrible and mean? Was it more than ten percent?
Oldest Son (head tilted thoughtfully): No. And I guess I’m a pretty typical guy.
He laughs and walks away to do something that is almost certain to be not-horrible. My pretty awesome, sometimes mean, sometimes cruel, but usually good and kind and beautiful boy, running off to do something that will never make the news. Something like playing. Something like breathing and living and laughing and generally being goodness in the world.