My Moke Life

Recently, I heard mayoral candidate, Kirk Caldwell, speak about his community of Waipahu. He spoke about how close everyone was to each other. He told tales of families watching over other families kids in the neighborhood and make sure they didn’t get hurt. Everyone took care of each other. I may not have grown up in Kirk’s time, but I remember that sense of community as well. I miss those days.

We live in a different times. Everyone has somewhere to go. Barely anytime for community. Bills need to be paid. Jobs need to be done. I get it. Everyone is to busy to care about each other. So busy, that we have to rely on website, just to be “Social” and/ or keep some sort of connection to the people we care about. OK, not everyone is like this. But, a lot are.

And then I see the picture above. A girl gone missing in Hawaii. Posted on Facebook. Re-posted by people all through out the day. She’s been missing for a couple days and the family put her picture up. Everyone in my stream started sharing the post. Everyone wanted to help find this girl and bring her home safe. One day of constant re-posting and then… she was found. Safe and sound, going back home.

Now, I’m not sure if she was found because of Facebook and the constant re-posting of her picture found it’s way into the right hands. Maybe she was with another family member. She’s safe. But, seeing her picture go viral gave me a glimmer of hope. That people still care. That there is a sense of community with folks. That this community transcends town and city borders. The hope that we are all still looking out for each other despite our age, race, color, opinions. A hope that the communities we speak of in the past are still going strong today. A community that acts as a silent protector. A watchful guardian. A Dark Knight. Thank you to all who re-posted. My faith is restored.