My heart hurts.
Both literally and metaphorically.
Doing what is right doesn’t always reward you with the results you expect. But knowing that possibility exists doesn’t lessen the hurt any less.
And while I hurting, I’m feeling an intense anger that I’ve never felt before.
Sometimes people need a good kick to the pants to keep them going.
And whenever I need a good, swift kick to the pants—which happens more often than I care to admit—I read the obituaries.
Local, national, foreign; it’s doesn’t matter, I read them all. Obituaries keep me focused on my goals because they remind me I don’t have time to mess around. And sometimes, they serve as life lessons.
There is an article in the National Post today about a woman trying to have her Canadian citizenship application fast-tracked.
Bushra Halepota—a permanent resident of Canada—is using a obscure provision in Canadian law that allows citizenship applications to be fast-tracked if said person “provides services of an exceptional value to Canada.”
I don’t have an opinion on this as I don’t have enough information to decide, but it does expose some blatant—and not so blatant—racism. And, I’m not talking about the article.