American History (Sorta)
This week’s Folk Magazine’s Blogging Challenge is understanding and telling one’s own story, and how Martin Luther King Jr.’s story influenced one’s own.
As far as my American History, I guess I’m as average as any American. My blood lines are far from pure. They’re a hodgepodge of many countries amalgamated. From Ireland, Scotland, England and even American Indian, I’m definitely a MUTT! But is my story really about from where I manifested? I don’t believe so. Whom I became, relies largely on the events surrounding my life.
I’m tough, independent and stubborn. Rooted strongly in my beliefs, I’m difficult to sway. I’m compassionate and sensitive. I had so many reasons for becoming who I am, but I think one of the huge influences in my entire story is the fact that my father died when I was seven months old. Losing such an important figure before any sort of memory develops effects more than just feelings of loss. Feelings of abandonment doesn’t even cover it. There is a whole assembly of emotions. It alters the whole developmental process. Un-trusting and guarded I made decisions and relationships based on these feelings. But, on the bright side, the compassion and sensitivity made me very giving to others. Another monumental influence in my being was the incorporation of my father’s parents. They were some of the most caring and compassionate people on the face of the earth. Both gone now, they taught me to love and care not just about other humans, but also be the protector and paramour of animals. The magnitude of tenderness has been an infrastructure in my life.
I believe that Martin Luther King Jr. was also a compassionate and giving person. I’m certain that he had, and still has effects on every true American in some way or another. He changed the whole complexity of relationships between, not just the races, but humans in general. I believe somehow he knew that he might pay for his beliefs and possibly the ultimate payment. Equality can only be given with compassion. I believe that he influenced/s everyone who proceeds him. A whole new way of feeling towards others derived from his compassion. He inadvertently influenced me, by his influence on my lineage.
My hope is that this compassion continues to grow and influence the generations that come after mine. Hopefully the authorities of influence won’t have to die to pass that endowment forward.