What Code Do You Live By?

Our life is measured by our alignment with the system we have chosen to follow. What code governs your life? Perhaps, you only strive to do right and avoid doing wrong or harm. You treat people the way you would want someone to treat you. You are kind, polite, truthful.  You look someone in the eye when you shake their hand firmly. Or maybe, you don’t see the world that way at all.

Your code could be different than mine. You always look out for #1. You make sure to get yours before someone else takes what’s coming to you. You recognize that people being people can’t help themselves, so you don’t trust anyone further than you can throw them. You are suspicious of others intentions and question their motives. After all, life ain’t fair, and we can all see that it’s a dog eat dog world. And dogs always act like dogs in the end.

Cowboys had their code— their way of living and doing things— just like we do today and like the members of Starfleet have in the future. We’ve grown up, learning and practicing principles that govern our life. What ethics dictate yours? What source do you draw on to substantiate the guiding principles of your life?

At the end of the day, I think most of us look to do right and try not to do wrong. Now if we can only figure out what right and wrong is, we might get somewhere. Do you have a flawless source that shows you how you should live and that you rely on to make your decisions?

Remembering 9.11.2001

We all know where we were and what we were doing on that morning. Each of us recalls how they first received the news. Some of us heard the first reports on our local radio. Others among us, sat in front of the TV overcome by what our eyes were seeing. It seemed unreal. 

The world stopped. 

In the days that followed, the skies were free of any airplanes. Even the birds seemed to stay in their nests. People were on edge. 

We were shaken and afraid. 

People prayed openly and together in neighborhoods, on sidewalks, and wherever they might find themselves. 

People prayed in unity, together, regardless  of creed, religion, denomination, race, walk of life, male, female, old or young. That Sunday the churches were full. 

When we started moving again–slowly, cautiously, heroically–our lives had forever changed, permanently scarred by the terror of that atrocious day. Yet, out of the ashes, we found hope, as word came down of heroes, like the brave patriots on Flight 93 and the incredible work of the first responders at Ground Zero.

Fifteen years later, the unity forged in the aftermath has faded. But it’s remnants remain.  The pieces are there for us to pick up, if only we are willing.

We press on. We continue forward. We will always remember. 

We will never forget.