I just finished watching an episode of Oprah, the topic was the 50th anniversary of a group called the Freedom Riders. Being a little girl when this group was formed and creating a stir in 1961, I had never heard of the Freedom Riders. It was a large group of men and women of different races, religions and walks of life who banned together to put a stop to segregation in the States. You can read about this event online, just Google Freedom Riders.

I felt sick to my stomach after watching this program. I have never had that kind of hatred directed toward me so I really don’t know what it would feel like but I know I wouldn’t like it. The amount of courage these people showed to stand up for their own freedom and that of the next generation amazes me. All of them risked their lives in the hopes of making the world a better place.

I am humbled by these kinds of people and am grateful for their existence. This serves as a reminder to me that anything is possible. And now 50 years later the Freedom Riders are still doing good. Today some white chick in small town Saskatchewan has been inspired by their story and will use it to help gather the courage needed to move ahead in her journey of healing.

I will continue to ignore the doubters, of which there are many, and concentrate on the pioneers of yesterday; the ones who were able to face their fears and rise above. Who knows, maybe 50 years from now somebody will be inspired by my story and use it to help them gather the courage needed to deal with their difficult situation.

Until next time, take care.