“I took a photo when I saw the guy drive away like he hadn’t just hit the parked car.” The book I am currently working on is based on the difference between moral vs. legal law. In some cases, like hitting another car while driving, the two laws align easily. Legally you are required to stop and try to identify the owner of the parked car. Morality demands the same thing. But in some cases these two laws come into conflict- and that is where it gets interesting. I was reminded of this while watching a new show I’ve discovered, When Calls the Heart, on the Hallmark channel. It takes place in a frontier coal mining town just after there has been a huge explosion that killed half of the miners in the town. This has left half the women windowed. In this episode the Mine owner has served eviction notices to the widows… something that is legally correct under the contracts the miners signed, but otherwise morally wrong. It seems there are many time in our lives when we come upon these types of decisions. In this case it is easy to see the side of the widows, but more difficult to view the decision through the eyes of the mine owner. One of the reasons we have laws and contracts is so that everyone knows what the consequences are of a situation. It takes away the subjectivity and makes it, supposedly, and objective decision. Anyone with kids knows how important this is. As parents we are often confronted with situations where our child has done something wrong, but given the extenuating circumstances we might be able to overlook it. The problem is that kids are very concrete thinkers. They need to black and white to help them make future decisions without having to wonder, is this a time I’ll get into trouble or not. Marybeth, the main character in my book, likes life to be simple and clear. A rule is a rule, and that is how she makes her decisions. But, as the name implies, even playing by the rules can have unintended consequences, especially when it comes to protecting the environment in a country where laws don’t do the job. The older we get, the more our big questions in life become about living in the gray area. Complexity demands this and might make us wish for the simple and pure. As I tell my daughter, though, life is about learning. And for my part, the complexity of challenging decisions is part of what keeps me growing and alive. Have you had to face any complex decisions lately? At what age do you think kids can handle the difference between moral and legal code? I love to hear from my readers. And to prove it leave me a comment during the month of February and you'll be entered to win a copy of any of Julia Green's Decluttering/Feng Shui Kindle books. Check back at the end of the month to see if you won and to let me know which one you want. (Please note - while I love and appreciate your comments on twitter and Facebook, only comments made here, on my blog, will be entered into the drawing - this way all who read the blog post can engage in a shared conversation about it.) Happy Journeys!
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“What was the Cold War, anyway?”
Another snow day and this one we spent playing board games with the neighbor. Interesting, indeed, to watch two 9-10 year olds playing Apples to Apples. If you haven’t played this game before the premise is that you match cards with people, events, things, on them against a descriptive card. In this case the girls had already played the card, Napolean Bonaparte vs the card Mortician against ‘Dead’… extra funny because whichever one threw the Mortician card didn’t even realize what they were playing. I was the objective third part judge and was having fun talking about words and meaning and culture and history. When the card, ‘Dramatic’ came up the two cards thrown were- The Cold War vs High School. Can you imagine two things any less different but at the same time more dramatic. I think it was a draw on that one since I honestly couldn’t choose between the two. It did lead into an interesting discussion about the Cold War. I remember growing up and having arguments with my idiotic step-brother about whether we should, in his words, ‘nuke’ Russia. Seriously! If you’ve read a few of my blogs I am pretty sure you know which side of the argument I was on. These conversations definitely hit new levels of dramatic and may be what pushed me over the liberal edge. More importantly, I remember sitting in my family room, watching the wall fall, and crying. My conservative family thought I was crazy. It was all just politics to them. But to me it meant hope. It meant that when I saw the twin towers fall I still had hope we would find peace. And when I saw Egypt in the midst of rebellion I knew there was hope that it could occur peacefully. Still, as I now listen to the insane rhetoric coming from Russia I am reminded that life is a cycle and everything circles around again. Perhaps this is what my parents at least knew when the wall fell. It’s only dramatic the first time around. Are you ready for less drama in your life? Just leave me a comment during the month of February and you'll be entered to win a copy of any of Julia Green's Decluttering/Feng Shui Kindle books http://amzn.com/e/B008IC65K6. Check back at the end of the month to see if you won and to let me know which one you want. (Please note - while I love and appreciate your comments on twitter and Facebook, only comments made here, on my blog, will be entered into the drawing - this way all who read the blog post can engage in a shared conversation about it.) Happy Journeys! Deanne |
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