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Show Is there more than just gray? Dear Jenny, 1 watched with your mother the other day as you walked down the street to meet the school bus, something she has been doing since you started kindergarten kin-dergarten a few weeks ago; and the sight of the girl who just five years ago was my fledgling experience at fatherhood taking that first step into what we grown ups call the "real world" brings to mind some things that I want you to think about over the next 20-odd years. that black and white picture on the front page. I know what is behind that editorial above. I care about what is in this paper, and I spend time at it. Yet, no matter how hard I try, I will be generally unsuccessful in showing the color to most people because they can't spend the eight to ten hours a day that I do working at it. Thus, I see this color, and they don't. However, they do see the color in the world, which is much more important. And they see it for the same reason I see the color in the newspaper. Because they care. Because they spend time at it. So the point is, briefly: care, spend time in your world. Grays are good enough only for those who won't see otherwise. For us, there are greens, reds, yellows and blues. Love, Dad By Bruce Lee Now, do you see color? Can you see beyond the words that your father so carefully arranged and rearranged, trying' to tell the whole story? Can you see beyond the ink and paper? Can you see life? Somewhere in there, probably much clearer to your five-year-old mind than to mine, is the truth. Somewhere in there are people who care about this world, who are really trying to make it a better place. Somewhere in that police report is not only a person who has been arrested. There is also a human being. And that human being is not that much different from the rest of us. There, behind the front page, is a story of a local official who not only spends time working in his elected position, but is also a member of a service club. And back further in the paper are pages of notes about accomplishments ac-complishments of local people. That isn't to say that there isn't some gray in the world. There is; in fact, there is far too much of it. Yet, that is precisely the point I am trying to make in my own rambling way. There are two types of people in this world: those that see the color and those that don't, those that make the color and those that take away from it. And the item or quality or thing that makes them different is exactly the same thing that allows me to see the color in the newspaper, when most people can only see the gray. You see, Jenny, I know what is behind You and all five-year-olds are going to hear and see a lot over the next few years about how bad the world and the people in it are. And some of it will be true, unfortunately; but the world is still the best one we have, so take care not to judge too harshly. An interesting note is that your dad, as a newspaper editor, is sometimes one of the sharpest critics. But I want you stop awhile and take a careful look at this newspaper, and then at the world around you. Hold it up to the light. Turn a few pages. Examine it very carefully. Now, what do you see? Gray. Black and white, and gray. But look again. Look closer. Look beyond the police reports and the fires and deaths and government proceedings. |