A few weekends ago, my husband and I rode our motorcycles out for lunch, something we do regularly. As we were preparing to leave for a post-lunch ride, a woman pulled up in her car to ask me about my (I’ll admit it) beautiful motorcycle. The overall mural on the bike is gorgeous: a free-flowing, hand-painted, artistically brilliant representation, combining Hell’s Angels and patriotic themes.
We engaged in conversation, and she commented that, at 83, she didn’t think she could get into motorcycles. I suggested a trike. Anyway, she told me she’d been a journalist and had interviewed a motorcycle gang quite a few years ago, and offered to send me the text. When I gave her my contact information, she slooowllly looked up at me, and practically sneered my name: “YOU are Dr. Laura?” I said: “Yup.” She immediately said, “I don’t agree with most of what you have to say.” I responded: “See my husband over there? He doesn’t agree with everything I have to say either…but he still loves me.”
She looked at him, then looked at me, and a smile crept onto her face.
She sent me her article. I invited her to dinner. She accepted, and wrote back that most everyone who knew her would be shocked to learn we might become friends. She came to dinner, and the first thing out of her mouth was to tell me she’d walked out of a talk I’d given a few years back. I said nothing in response. She then said (and this was even before bread and salad!) I seemed so different in person and so mean otherwise. Again, I said nothing in response. I did, however, pass the margarine.
I’m convinced too much of the time it has become more natural to dislike the person whose message is counter to your preference than it is to simply agree to disagree, or congenially debate without hate. However, hate has become the current means of dealing with differences of opinion.
I give her lots of props, because she decided to go past the knee-jerk reaction of “shooting the messenger” to form her own opinion.
It was a pleasant evening after that. She’s a world traveler and has met some of the most incredible people (good and bad) in history. Her stories were fascinating. After two hours, she left with an invitation to dinner at her home. I’m looking forward to it.
I don’t agree with most of what she supports either, but she is an open, charming, delightful woman, and I do hope we can become friends. If we limit our interactions to the “choir,” life becomes quite dull.TrackBack URI
This week, I take you for a ride with me on my Harley trike. As we approach the July 4th holiday, I also thought it was a good time to equate the freedom of the road with the freedoms we enjoy thanks to those men who declared our nation’s independence, and those who fought then as well as today to defend our rights.
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Hi there, Dr. Laura,
My name is Peggy and we met at the Fund Raiser at the Harley store. I’m the “lucky one” who got to dunk you; I say that tongue in cheek because it was the last thing I wanted to do.My reasons for not wanting to see you get wet were born out of pure respect from years of listening and learning from you. I went there with the mindset that I’d win the draw of the ticket, then throw wide. When another woman expressed a similar sentiment you looked at her and said “Don’t you dare do that.”Here’s the fun part. I won the ticket and as I stood there after missing the first throw on purpose, you pointed at me and said “Hit it!!!!” I knew at that point it wasn’t about me, it was about your cause, and I knew what to do. My next throw was strong, true and totally on target. And of course the mechanism didn’t rel ease the latch. From there I couldn’t hit a broad side of a barn door with a shovel full of corn….LOL. So you jumped in…which was even cuter.So thank you for the fun. Thank you to your lovely staff who graciously helped me get an autograph. Thank you for making a stand and enormous contribution to our Troops. Thank you for all you’ve done.
I was thrilled when the good folks at WTAR AM in Norfolk, Virginia invited me to join their annual Talkfest and chose my favorite charity, Operation Family Fund, to be the recipient of all the fundraising events. Well, I am reminded of that expression, “Be careful what you ask for because you might get it!”
I spent the better part of the last week flying to Norfolk, flying around Norfolk and flying back from Norfolk. This weekend I felt I was a whirling dervish, swept up in a crush of activities to raise awareness and funds for Operation Family Fund. For those of you who haven’t listened to my radio show in the last 4 years, OFF (OperationFamilyFund.org)is a non-profit which gives 100% of every dollar donated to the families of our fallen or severely injured military heroes who served in the War Against Terror. Continue reading My Weekend With the Wonderful People of Norfolk…