Hope to Battle Death.

Evening, Fam…

God, I feel like I’ve been out of the loop a little since Joey’s been so productive.  Honestly, I’m extremely proud of her.  Her blogging gets better with every one.

So, we caught with New Amsterdam a couple nights ago.  There were a couple kids that came in with gunshot wounds from a single shot.  One was Black, the other was Hispanic.  Yeah, you know where this is going.  They played the racial angle.  I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with this, because, yeah, there’re racial shootings.

In this case, the Black kid was running for school, the cop made a judgement call, and both kids were shot with the Hispanic kid being collateral damage.  One kid made it, one didn’t.  Yes, I cried, because the older brother was there to watch them work on his brother.  It brought me to losing my brother.

No, this isn’t a racial blog, but it has some bearing on this blog.

Coming to the end of the episode, there was a moment between Dr. Goodwin and Dr. Sharpe where they’re mourning their failure to save both kids and the state of society as pertaining to what happened and why.  Dr. Sharpe’s says the way to fight death’s by giving life, but she laments her perceived dwindling time to have a baby and that she’s single.  Dr. Goodwin counters her fear with one word…

HOPE.

True, life’s a bitch and many, many, MANY times is unfair.  Life didn’t come with a handbook.  You’ve heard the saying “Count your blessings”?  Yeah, it’s easier to say than practice, but trust me, life can get worse…just watch the news.

On the flipside, things can always get better, anything’s possible if wanted bad enough.  Of course, it’ll take work…and, hope.

Be good to each other.

-J-