I know this isn’t new news, but it cropped up in “did-you-kno” form on my dash again tonight, and I think it bears being passed around again.
When Wilson Kimeli Naiyomah returned home to Kenya months after witnessing the 9/11 attacks in New York City, he found that most of his fellow Maasai, a nomadic warrior tribe, had only a vague understanding of the events of that day.
Naiyomah, an incoming Rotary World Peace Fellow, shared firsthand accounts with the East African tribe, using the oral tradition it has relied upon for years. Deeply moved by his story, Maasai elders felt compelled to do something to help.
That something turned out to be a decision to send a herd of cows to the United States as a display of sympathy and regret.
This right here, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind of gesture that proves to me time and again that we’re all in this together, our differences not withstanding.
I mean this. Honestly.
I love each and every one of my followers, and if I ever learned that one of them did anything to end their life, I don’t know what I would honestly do. Always know that even if you think no one in your life loves you, I love you.
I know it seems like a strange concept, but I really do care. I care about you.
Always know that I am willing to listen.
All of this
I agree, too! I love you guys :’)
What, to you, is the essence of humanism? If you were asked to define it in the space provided by a Tumblr answer or a tweet, what would you say?