Today I looked up Kenji Goto because I was very curious as
to how he was doing and how the whole situation turned out. On Saturday morning
Kenji Goto was beheaded and the video was posted on social media. When I looked
up his name on Google I found something shocking, a picture of Kenji with his
head sitting on his back which was lying on the ground. Goto has been in my
prayers for the past week and I know people all around the world were doing the
same.
I truly believed that this hostage situation could work out
for the best, and my first thoughts were that it hadn’t. When I thought deeply
about it however I realized that maybe this will end in good, maybe this will
wake Japan up and cause them to take a stronger role in the international fight
against ISIL. Maybe this will cause countries to reassess their ideas of
isolationism and will call them to arms against this great threat. What is the
point of living free when others cannot even feel the same freedom? I for one
will not live in arrogance and ignore what other people around the world are
facing in their daily lives.
How could we allow such things to go on in the world while we live blissfully and safely in our nice comfortable lives, nothing to disturb
them. This weekend I went through a hard time, I went through a break up after
two years, and then we kind of got back together and it was hurtful and confusing.
When I compare my problems to Goto’s they pale in comparison. My problems are
so silly and it puts it all into perspective, my life is so perfect compared to
others in the world, I have it so easy. I go about my daily life in safety, I don’t
have to worry about the safety of my family, I can say what I want and get what
I want when I want it. My life is so simple, so easy in comparison to others;
it makes me strive to do my best in everything because I have been blessed
beyond belief. Goto lost his life and left a family behind, I get mad when I don’t
get a good dinner--I’m so foolish.
Another thought came to my head, if I could easily access
this picture then so could Goto’s children. One day they will be able to access
the beheaded picture of their father and that is the last (most recent) picture
that they will see of him. Goto’s mother had to see her son beheaded on camera;
his wife had to watch his last breaths, his last screams. The picture I saw
left a very distinct mark in my thoughts, imagine what it does to his family
and friends—God bless them.
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