Getting past it all
This is to all the people who have negative feelings whenever they see all the different reminders of slavery. To a point, I can understand your feelings. None of my ancestors owned slaves. They migrated here from Europe after the slaves were freed.
If I were in your position, I would look proudly at the reminders and give praise and thanks to God above that your ancestors survived and you are here, descendants now living in a free country. Hold your head high and don’t blame us for what is in the past. You can’t change history. You are making more bad history.
You can burn all the history books, tear up all the flags and monuments, but it’s still our history. What else do you plan to do now? Perhaps plow up the Confederate cemeteries and plant turnips and greens in their place? Or perhaps look at one another and decide to do away with one another because you’re reminded if slavery if you see a Confederate descendant? Just wondering.
Helen Lenart, West
We’ve all seen them: those red signs with big white lettering that read, “Drive Like Your Kids Live Here.” But should we as Christians have to be reminded to drive in someone else’s neighborhood as we would have them drive in ours?
Actually, everywhere is somebody’s neighborhood — not just the ones in which they live but also the ones around each of us as we all make our way through our daily activities including but not exclusive to driving.
Statistically, there is nothing we do that is more dangerous to our own safety or that of others than traveling in a car, either as driver or passenger. Should there be red signs to remind us to drive as if our loved ones were in every car around us, like in cars in the cross streets where we may speed up when the light turns yellow or even red, or in cars we weave in and out of in heavy traffic or zoom past at excessive speeds? We need to think about it before we pick up phones to text or to talk while driving. There are multiple sins we all commit behind the wheel, including thinking we are the ones in control (as did Adam and Eve).
But do we all need red signs to remind us? Maybe we do.
Terry M. Roller, Hewitt
Ranger to the rescue
On Thursday while trying to launch my boat at East Park, I slipped on the ramp and fell back, hitting my head on my truck bumper and falling into the water. I did not lose consciousness and the water was shallow where I fell, but I had no idea where I was. A young man heard my cry and came to my aid, making sure I was OK while calling for a park ranger. A ranger came and checked on me to make sure I was all right. He stayed with me and helped till I had the boat back on the trailer and was safely on my way home.
I thank park ranger Justin Sheppard and park employee Anthony Alexander for their assistance and compassion.
Margarita R. Duron, Waco