A few weeks ago, during a beautiful, balmy morning here in the Southwest, I was enjoying a cup of coffee in my kitchen while our four-legged babies were watching the butterflies flit around in the back yard. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the sound of someone's radio blasting some angry talk show. You know the kind -- the male voice ranting about this tragedy or that injustice and how the world is all going to hell and he's angry about it and you should be, too. Even though the radio was located a block away, I could hear every angry word from inside my house.
And it made me angry, too.
Not because I agreed with the radio host, but because I felt his anger and fear and outrage and it felt like someone was hitting me repeatedly in the gut. It was making me feel overwhelmed and physically sick. My peace was demolished.
So what did this empath do? I got in my car and went to find out who was blasting that noise.
To be continued . . .