Pebble, Rock, Boulder

What we saw play out in front of our eyes a week ago was shocking and sad at the same time. Past experiences on both sides impacting behavior. At first, I thought it was a joke but once I realized it was real I told my husband, I would never want you to defend my honor with violence. If someone is being violent towards me that is different. Both men have a past and that past showed up in full view that night. For one, his past showed up in a violent way, for the other it was either shock or feeling the weight of a people that have been labeled as violent and possibly not wanting to see us defined as such again. On an Oprah show years ago a statement was made that anything we do not deal with while it is a pebble, becomes a rock and then it becomes a boulder. It will continue to show up and get bigger until we deal with it. All I know is that what unfolded in front of our eyes last Sunday was not about a joke.