One evening, I looked around my crowded living room where families had gathered and wondered, “Am I crazy, or are they crazy?”
My husband and I continued to wonder if others saw the same dysfunctionality that we did. When the group gathered for a meal, we wondered if our host and hostess were naïve.
Finally, my husband met with a leader. The man was working quietly to rectify the situation. The young couple who had hosted our meal left the organization. Later, we learned that they had found the situation intolerable.
I learned a lesson I have never forgotten. Even in silence, I am not alone in my perceptions. Some may not have the disposition or courage to speak up or have done so and been shut down.
A decade later, a friend expressed frustration about a situation and asked, “Why won’t others say something. I’m told I’m the only one concerned.”
“That’s not true,” I said. “We’ve complained.”
Another decade passed. Another friend told me about a school situation and asked, “Why won’t other parents complain?”
“Maybe they have and have been told that no one else cares,” I said. “Add your voice and support them.”
