WOD 9.11.2017 - I Remember

AMRAP 20:01
9 Power Snatches 95/65
11 Lateral Bar Over Burpees

I remember where I was. Most of us do.

I was standing in my parent's kitchen. My dad was in the living room watching tv and I heard him say, "Kelsey, come in here... you were just there!"

And I had been. The summer before I had gone with a group of students to tour NYC and meet Tom Browkaw and talk about our Honor By Listening project. I can't even begin to describe what it felt like to watch those events unfold.

I was back for a week or so, between finishing my summer job as a wildland firefighter and starting my Freshman year of college. I knew I wanted to make a difference. Impact people's lives. Be a little bit of light out there in a dark world. And I thought I was going to do that by becoming a teacher... and we all know that didn't happen.

I have found it hard to describe to others, this feeling of service. What it means to be a part of a profession that willingly takes risks to ensure the safety of others. And I think others - military, police, nurses, first responders - who join their respective professions with the true intention of serving, have a difficult time putting their motivations in to words that accurately describe why they do what they do.

I would be lying if I didn't say that my job is fun... fuck it's amazing! I get to do some pretty cool shit with some really cool people, I make a decent living and I have a lot of time off.

But there are some days you couldn't pay me enough to repeat. It is difficult to not become jaded and a bit cynical when you consistently see the less-than-stellar side of society. And while today most people will post #NeverForget, I think we have. 

We have forgotten how to be kind and loving and generous in the face of adversity. We have forgotten how to give others grace. We have forgotten what it feels like to come together as someone or something is trying so desperately to tare us apart. We have forgotten that our opinion isn't the only one and that our individual selves are not the center of the universe. We have forgotten how to build relationships with real people, face to face, instead of online. We have forgotten how to sacrifice.

We have forgotten that the most effective way to make a difference in this world isn't to write about it, or sit during the National Anthem, or protest. It is to literally go out in to our communities and contribute. It doesn't matter how. Just contribute.

Volunteer, become a mentor... fuck, smile at someone. But continuing to talk, without taking action, is a zero return investment. be content that you have lived your life in a way, that if you ran in to that building and didn't come out, you would have left your mark on this world and people would be better for it.