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"These Are Strange Times..."


After my husband passed mid-2020 I had an Oscar-winning documentary filmmaker on the phone. He said, "These are strange times..." I thought for a second. A guy of few words ten years my senior, a class act who'd gotten to know nearly all about me in just under a decade claimed such.

I look back now, and not only was he correct, but I predicted it decades ago to my husband. That was our debate, the one I wouldn't let him win. Before Norm passed mid-2020, he'd experienced the absolute bigotry, greed and stupidity of the American people in the 2016 election. We agreed to 'wait and see' instead of getting stressed over America's decision. "Give it three months..." Again, I saw 'the train coming'. As my husband became suddenly terminal at end of 2019, I began switching from writing books to writing screenplays. I asked an acquaintance in the film business for a tip. She said, "...don't even try. You're not a screenplay writer." I calmly acquiesced as I allowed the dart from her words strike my soul. A soul filled with rage that I've kept deep inside. Then I wrote screenplays that I could not write, because I was not a screenplay writer. I predicted the future of America in some as well and its people. 

What people fear, is the truth what such rage brings about. Rage is not anger. It rumbles beneath the surface. Rage is inside all of us, some more than others. Some people get depressed over it, and if read correctly it is the bewilderment of learning the coping mechanisms that can thrust us to better positive heights. It can change legislation, it can change a mind hell bent on what it had known all its life as the truth. It can make that soul sometimes change on a subject they've been married to and that soul in turn does a complete reverse on what they stubbornly believed was their truth. 

Being soft in the soul, hard-nosed on the outside and having much patience is the key to understanding the truth and then changing the most stubborn of minds, and legislation.--- Jody-Lynn Reicher 

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