Rejected!

Today I received my first rejection email as a writer.

To say that I'm upset is an understatement. I am morose. I feel dejected. Both my heart and my head hurt.

I guess I should have started this in another way. Hold on. Let me start over.

Hello, friends. Happy Wednesday! How is everyone today? Me? Well, that's a little complicated.  Please, let me explain.

Many of you know me, but some of you don't, so let me introduce myself. My name is Ami Crowder: wife, mother, and blog writer. We have recently moved from Illinois to Florida to start our lives over. It's not going as well as I'd hoped. 

Do you remember when you were little, and everyone would ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up? I remember. I only ever said one thing: "Teacher!" I said it as loud and proud as I could to anyone who would listen. To me, there was no better life than being a teacher. I loved everything about school, and I wanted to spend my life there.

Clear-cut and decisive! Yes! I know what I want to be, now let's do it! Nothing was going to get in my way.

(Do you hear God laughing right now? You really should hear it. He's absolutely rolling on the floor.)

Did I become a teacher? No, I did not. To sum up, life happened. Life often goes its own way, and we just hang on for the ride. Plans get pushed aside, dreams get postponed, and priorities change. 

It's okay.

Really.

 I love my life and my family. But, now that our children are older, I'm trying to pursue some of my own hopes and dreams. I have recently re-enrolled in college to become a teacher. It's a monumental step forward, and it makes me both excited and nervous. I'm sure to be the oldest person in all of my classes, but that's fine by me. It's inspirational to see people who refuse to give up on their dreams, and my girls are watching. 

So, why am I bemoaning being rejected today? 

Sigh.

I love to write and read what other people have written. All. Of. It. I read everything, and have always had an affinity for reading and writing. It came so easily to me, that I thought that this surely must be why I couldn't decide on what to do with the rest of my life.

I WAS REALLY MEANT TO BE A WRITER!

So, instead of making poor decisions and having life interrupt my dreams, I thought I was just chasing the wrong one. So, it's okay if those other things passed me by, because I was really meant to be a writer.

The rejection felt like a slap in the face. Did I really get it wrong again, God? What is your plan for me? Where do I belong? Why did you make me this way if I can't use what you've given me?

But, the truth is, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. That sounds so silly coming from an adult, doesn't it? I'm going to school to become a teacher. I do love writing, and someday I hope to finish my novel. I enjoy this blog. Naturally, I'm a curious person and interested in so many things. My girls laugh at me because I enjoy Ted Talks. I listen to them for fun. Imagine! 

But, what if we're not meant to be just one thing?

In life, we wear many "hats." I'm not just a wife, I'm also a mom, sister, daughter, friend, aunt...  

The list goes on and on. So, why do we approach our careers as if there can only be one, quickly picking the first thing that interests us and sticking with it for life? Why do we think we are supposed to have our whole lives figured out at 18 or 20 and never change? I can tell you that I've changed a great deal since I was 18. I could never have imagined the direction my life has taken, both good and bad. 

We try so hard to plan it all out, don't we? We try to control everything and hope that we will achieve our idea of success. But, what is success? The definition of that changes as we get older and our priorities change. So, the idea that we can see what will make us look and feel successful throughout our lives when we are only 18 is really absurd. Why do we pressure ourselves into trying to have it all figured out anyway? Part of the joy in life is the journey.

I have to admit, when I started writing this today, I was having a really rotten day. I felt like a failure at life. Some days are just like that, I guess. What if every time something unexpected happens in life, I just yell, "Plot twist!" and move on? That might change my perspective a bit. Unfortunately, change happens, and it's not always what we would consider for the better.  Sometimes, we might even feel like we've hit rock bottom, but that doesn't mean we have to stay there. One of my favorite authors is very open about this subject, and sums it up nicely.

Rebuilding a life is tough. It's a lot easier if we cut ourselves some slack, and realize that we don't have to have it all figured out. I'm working on it. Meanwhile, God will be there for me, and so will my amazing support system of friends and family. They make it possible to pursue my dreams and go after what I want. 

Jonah Hill in Superbad

Being rejected can be one of the worst things to ever happen to you, or you can use it as a turning point. It's up to you. As for me, I'm going to use this rejection as a lesson in what not to do, learn to be a better writer, and move on.

What about you? 

Do you have an amazing rejection story? Let me know in the comments below.

Strong for Too Long

I don’t know about you, but my news feed has been overflowing with witty little quips about positive mental health all week. And you know what? I LOVE IT. I love that people are finally TALKING about positive mental health. I love that we can support one another through likes, shares, and positive comments. I love that mental health has become a huge topic for conversation.

But...

I’m afraid that the conversation is just that-a conversation.

I’m doubtful that all the people reading and liking posts are able to believe what they read.

I’m hesitant to believe that any of this is making a difference.

Do you know why?

We live in a world where we are constantly inundated with inspirational quotes, yet so few of us believe what we post or see.

I am 1 in 4. 

I take an antidepressant every day, and recently had to up the dosage with my doctor. 

I’m one of those people that all of these quotes are aimed at. I love reading them, but they don’t change what I feel inside.

I still struggle not to feel like a burden when my autoimmune disease acts up.

I still struggle with wanting to be perfect, even though I know that’s not possible.

I still get crippling anxiety every time my big girl has a bad day or when my little one gets sick.

I still try to be everything to everyone until my body literally starts shutting down.

I’m anxious, frightened, and melancholy some days.

NO MATTER WHAT.

So, what can we do?

First, I think we ALL need to realize that literally NO ONE has it all together. No one is showing the hard parts of their lives on social media. We try to put our best foot forward, right? For whatever reason, we all know this but, we refuse to believe it. Comparison is the thief of joy,but most of us spend our days comparing our worst days to everyone else's best. No one else can live our lives for us, so we MUST stop acting like everyone’s opinion counts.

Second, we have to care for ourselves, especially on the days we feel the absolute worst. A little walk, a hot shower, a healthy meal, or listening to your favorite song can do AMAZING things for you. I have a tendency to visit the kitties at the animal shelter. I pet and love on them, and we both benefit. WHATEVER makes your little heart happy is self care.

Lastly, we need to destigmatize mental health. We would NEVER fault a cancer patient for receiving care for their illness. The same should be true of mental health. Our bodies work together in a system. Not one part is shameful. Why do we act like our brains are somehow different? Like, only the weak can have broken brains, but broken legs, well that just happens.

REALLY?!?

Mental illness is not a sign of weakness. It’s the brain’s way of signaling that something is wrong. Just like bruising, breaking, burning, and hurting signals something wrong with bones, organs, or muscles.

The positive take away from all of this? I actually have a great deal of hope, and so do many others fighting the fight. The future of brain science is exciting! More is being discovered about how and why the brain works every day. There is promising research on concussions, chemical imbalances, Alzheimer’s, tumors, and just how the brain works in general. 

To all of my fellow sufferers, I say keep on hoping. Don’t give up, because there is hope. Also,

 YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN! 

To all of our friends and supporters, please check on us. Don’t give up on us. We miss our old selves, too.

*I am not a mental health professional. These are just my thoughts and opinions. Please seek out a licensed professional if you are in need of mental health services.

If you are having a hard time and are contemplating hurting yourself, please reach out. 

It’s Today. Again.

Today is 9/11. 

I find myself doing the same thing today that I’ve been doing every September 11th since 2001: I’m watching and remembering. Many people probably wonder why I would even want to spend my day listening to survivor stories and memorials for the dead. I often wonder why I’m drawn to disasters and tragedies. I want to hear the stories. I want to feel the sadness and fear. I want to root for the survivors. I want to know how it ends. 

I want to learn the lessons.
.

So, what lessons have I learned, or am I learning, from 9/11?

Foremost, and most importantly, I have learned about love. There is no replacement 

for my family and friends. They should be treated as the most important people in my life because they are. None of us live on this earth forever, so we should cherish the ones God gave us while we have them. 

Next, I’ve learned that everyone has a story, and they’re all different. No two people share the same story, even though they may go through the same experiences and share the same home. Every single person going through this life has a unique perspective, unique challenges, and unique pain. It is a serious disservice to humanity to assume that everyone is the same. We are all fearfully and wonderfully made. And different.

One of the most complicated lessons from 9/11 can be summed up in one word: freedom.

Freedom is such a difficult concept. Most Americans define freedom very differently than the rest of the world. We associate freedom with rights and privileges that we enjoy under our system of government. But, freedom is not just something that government bestows upon us, we are born with it.
It is innate. 

It’s the thing that allows us to help others when we can. It’s what allows us to figure out what we want in life and go after it. It’s the thing that lets us go where we want, say what we want, do what we want, and be who we want to be. Recent times have made many of us forget what freedom really looks like. After 9/11, things have changed so drastically that many contend that we are no longer free as Americans. To that, I say that those people don’t really understand how freedom works. It’s not a set of laws telling us what we can and cannot do, but a state of mind.

What we think, we are.
Or become. 
Or something lofty sounding like that. 

Do we truly believe we are free? How do we secure or maintain that freedom? I believe there is nothing in life that we can’t change. We have the freedom to pursue change in ourselves and the world around us. 

Through love, compassion, empathy, and kindness we can learn the lessons of 9/11. We can use our freedom to change the world, starting with our own lives and families. Life is too short to do otherwise. Make the changes, and do the hard work. 

Be the change.

Lastly, I’d like to leave you with one of my favorite quotes from Mother Theresa which sums up these lessons in a way that only she could.

Broken

My friends, I think the most clearly when I can drag things out of my brain either through my hands by writing, or when I can talk about them with someone else. I bet you can guess which one gets me into the least amount of trouble. 😉 I'm trying, but I can't seem to process all of the ugliness and pain that I witness on a daily basis anymore. My heart has reached its threshold, and all of the hate and strife has become too much. 

Jesus, please help!

My life is currently undergoing some major changes and obstacles. As many of you know, our family is planning a move to Florida after the end of the school year. We have many reasons for the move, although health issues and opportunities for our family top the list. My husband and I made the decision during this past summer after much prayer and research, and we are confident in our decision. All of that being said, we were very concerned about Hurricane Irma. Not only does most of my husband's family live in Florida, but our new home is there as well. We had several stressful days of worry about them, and as selfish as it sounds, about our decision to go. While everything turned out okay for our family, the state still has a long path of recovery ahead, and we will be moving right into it. I'd love to say that I have enough faith to not worry about what it means for our family, but that would be a lie. It is disconcerting, to say the least, to take your family into the unknown.

To add to the stress of preparing to move so far away, my Hashimoto's disease has decided to flare up. I've had several sick days, including having to leave work with an anxiety attack a couple weeks ago and a trip to the ER this past weekend. I despise this disease! It makes me exceedingly weak and dependent upon so many others. Of all of the emotions that I feel when I'm sick, the most prevalent is guilt. I feel guilty that my husband has to take on so many of my responsibilities. I cringe thinking about what my girls might be dealing with or missing out on because of my inabilities. Our home is a wreck most of the time, and I doubt all of my work. Honestly, my pride is probably the biggest loser in the whole situation, and my prayer life is the biggest winner. 

Daughter #1 is also dealing with some pretty significant issues at the moment. She is under a doctor's care, so we prayerfully place our most precious blessings into God's hands once again. Our younger daughter's tween season is in full bloom. On any given day you can find me both laughing at her whimsical personality and wanting to ship her off to Grandma for an attitude adjustment. She's lucky she's so lovable! My husband really doesn't like it when I talk about his issues, so suffice it to say that he's got a lot on his plate being a public school teacher in a state where educators are not valued and children are becoming less teachable.

I presented this glimpse into my family's lives for a reason. I don't know what people think about me; it's not really any of my business. But, I do know what I think about myself, and right now I'm a hot mess! My heart is pulled into a million places at the same time, and then it's being torn apart. And it's not just thinking about my family that has me all shook up. Our little town, state, and nation are filled with disasters, controversies, and worries galore. Rumors of school shootings, taxes, budgets, protests, hurricanes, earthquakes, North Korea, Trump, the NFL fiasco, healthcare......

The list could go on and on, and what's an average person to do? While all of this is happening around us, our private lives do not stop. We still have to get up every day and face our responsibilities. Unfortunately, many of us are heading into each day defeated before we even start. The stakes are so high in our personal lives that we cannot bear any more weight from society, or we will break. 

My friends, I believe that is what has happened to many of us, myself included. 

We are broken.

We have filled ourselves with more than we can take, and instead of overflowing, we break. There is so much evidence of brokenness in the world: abused children, homeless veterans, battered women, addiction, and now the non-stop barrage of hate on social media. All of the hurt, suffering, and pain in our lives needs an outlet. While many people find healthy means of expression, so many of us do not. We hide, lash out, or escape by whatever means possible. Unfortunately, our coping mechanism usually just causes more pain. We humans are so fragile. We pretend to be invincible, but our brains and bodies tell us differently. We can't sleep. Our faces break out. We don't eat, or we eat too much. Our bodies get sick. Our hearts stop working right. Suddenly, we have a hard time even getting out of bed. 

What, if anything, can we do then to repair what has been broken inside of us? The Japanese have an art form that I find fascinating. It is called Kintsugi. They repair broken objects with something precious, like gold.

The broken objects then become beautiful and unique. Kintsugi teaches that broken things can become beautiful if repaired properly. I love this idea! Just think about what you would look like if all of your brokenness could be repaired with something precious! I imagine I would look something like this.....

All joking aside, what can we, as humans and not pottery, do to fix our brokenness? I know my futile attempts to fix myself are just that, futile. While opinions differ on this matter greatly, I propose one simple solution: we look up. Instead of wallowing in all that this world is heaping upon us, what if we focus on something bigger than ourselves? God's Word has some interesting things to say about brokenness. 

I could go on and on, but I think you get the point. God genuinely cares when we can't go on. He wants to help us when the journey gets too rough. He knows we can't do it on our own. 

My sweet friends, may I leave you with one final thought for today? What would your world look like if you let God heal you like a piece of Japanese pottery? Would you still see the rough and ugly pieces of your broken life? Or, instead, would you see the beauty of a life glued back together with Jesus' precious blood? I know life is hard. No one has it all together, despite how things appear from the outside. We are all broken in some way. Knowing this, it should make it easier for us to listen to others and practice kindness. The way we treat others matters.

Broken people sometimes act in broken ways.

If you or someone you know need help, please call:

Mom-1/ Mom Guilt-0

Today, I am that mom.

You know the one. The mom that frets. The mom that overprotects. The mom that clears the way for her kid. The mom that brings forgotten things, soothes every owie, and makes it all okay. That mom.

Sigh.

As a mom, some days are just harder than others. Depending on the age of the kid, what that looks like can be quite different. 

Your 9 month old is teething and just won't sleep.

Your 3 year old will not stop climbing on everything.

Your 5 year old cries every day at kindergarten drop-off.

Your 9 year old replies to every request with sass.

Your 12 year old is, well, acting like a 12 year old. 

Ahem.

Some days are just hard. Right now, my twelve year old is having a rough go of it. She loves Jr. High, but it's been physically hard on her. I think she's had more sick days this year than all of the others combined! We are now in the dreaded doctor's note phase of school absences. Every time she misses school, she needs a doctor's note.  Well, okay. But what if the kid just doesn't feel good? What if she's not sick enough for the doctor, but she's running a low-grade fever, has glassy eyes, and is coughing her lungs out? I know she has a cold. It's manageable. She'll be fine. She definitely doesn't need the doctor.

I still want her home.

Every mom is different when it comes to sick days. My own mom was very specific about sick days. If we weren't on death's doorstep, we were going to school. Some other moms don't seem to care if their kids ever go to school. My stance is definitely closer to that of my mom than of the second mom. On the other hand, I don't like to send my kiddos to public school, where they will infect everyone in their path, when I know they are obviously sick. Without throwing up. Without a fever. Come on, my fellow moms, we know when our kids aren't quite right. In our house, if their eyes are glassy, they are staying home. I just don't think that it benefits anyone to have sick kids at school.

But, I digress. 

My girl has missed 13 days this year. That's a lot, thanks to a bout with a strep/influenza combo she acquired earlier this year. That combo left her a bit, well, off. I don't know  how to describe it, but she just hasn't felt well since. We've taken her to the doctor, and they've run some tests. So, for now, she is on an acid reducing medication, and we've had to change her diet. That means she brings her lunch to school.

EVERY. 

DAY.

Now this morning, like all other mornings since this began, I made her lunch and left it on the kitchen table. My girl has to walk past the table to go out the door. See where I'm going with this? Today she walked right past her lunch and left it at home.

We both know she needs the lunch. And yet, there it sat, on the table. As my husband pulled out of the driveway to take her to school, I was left with a dilemma. Do I take the lunch to her?

Part of raising responsible kiddos is letting them fail once in a while. I know this. You know this. Everyone knows this. Isn't this the biggest complaint about this generation of parents? We aren't letting our precious snowflakes fail EVER. Look, I get it. I even mostly agree. What I have a really hard time with is days like today. 

What exactly would I be teaching my sick daughter by not taking her specially packed lunch?  

• She should be responsible for herself. Yes, she should be responsible for herself. When it comes to what she eats every day, she needs to pick up the lunch box. Even if she has to have a special diet, I'm sure she could find something in the school lunch to eat.
• Actions have consequences. Forgetting your lunchbox means eating school lunch. Done. Twelve is old enough to deal with it. Just like missing practice means you might not get to play, learning that her personal actions have real world consequences is a life lesson. I know this.
• Grace is something we learn in church, but it's not meant for you. Ouch.This one stings a bit. Grace is undeserved favor. We can't earn it, it's freely given. Do we only teach grace in church or are we allowed to bestow grace upon the other little humans living in our homes? I don't know about you, but we have always been grace givers in our home. We all make mistakes. I believe sickness is a time of great grace.
• We must never break the rules. You know, this one makes me giggle a little. I am a rule follower by nature, and I have a little one who is just like me. To hear her tell it, there is never a good time to break the rules (unless it's her, of course!) It's a rule in our home that I will not bring a forgotten lunch or homework. It's their responsibility. But, do we all follow the rules all the time? Um, how many speeding tickets have you had? Ever have 12 items in the 10 items or less aisle? We just finished tax season, ahem. Sometimes in life, we bend the rules a little. I refer you back to my previous point on grace.
• Do as I say, not as I do. I forget things. All. The. Time. I actually had to have a dry erase board put up in my kitchen for that very reason! Is it unreasonable to think that our kids will forget things, too? I don't think so. Their days and minds are busy, just like ours. I have come home for lunch many days because of a forgotten lunch. By junior high, I expect them to remember, but mistakes happen for them, just like they do for me.
• You are not important. Nope. I just couldn't let her think this one today. Just. No.

So, as you may have guessed, I took the lunch to her today. The entire time I was explaining to the office staff why I brought it, I knew I had done the right thing. My poor girl needed some grace today, and I was in the position to give it to her.

You know, it would be nice if there was a magical parenting book tailor-made for each child, wouldn't it? We would know what to do all the time, and never wonder or worry if we'd made the right decision. I once had a friend tell me that I was to always remember that I was raising a child to become an adult, not to stay a child. It was honestly some of the best parenting advice I've ever received, but only if I remember that adulthood isn't all about responsibility. It is also about love, grace, faith, and compassion. I want my girls to have those things as adults, so I have to teach them those things as children. 

The best way for my sweet girls to learn these things is to see them in my life. I have the greatest power to influence them, for good or bad. And, while there is no magical parenting book, I do have a book to help me along the way. It's full of everything I need to live a life my girls can emulate with pride. 

A Sure Thing

My sweet friends, this week I'll be turning 40. So many of you have been kind enough to tell me all about how 40 is a blessing. Thank you. I really needed to hear it.

What is it about milestone birthdays that makes us reflect upon our lives?

I don't know, but I can tell you that I don't feel ready. I don't feel 40. I don't feel adult enough for all of the responsibilities that 40 entails. I don't feel mature enough. Adults are supposed to be wise, and I still end up winging most things in life. When is all this wisdom going to show up? Where is the magical adult maker? Where is the responsibility endower? Wait! Come back, youth! I missed something!

Alas, the closer it gets to my birthday, the more I realize that these ideas are just figments of my imagination. There is nothing magical about getting older, except the privileges of living longer and gaining wisdom along the way. As with many things in life, wisdom and responsibility are qualities that are earned, not granted.

Looking back on my life, God has blessed me in so many ways. I have loving parents who are still married and tried as hard as they could. I have had so many truly wonderful friends, many of whom I still speak with often. I have had the opportunity to go to college, which changed me in so many wonderful ways. I have a wonderful husband, who is my true best friend in life. We have two amazing daughters who are so smart, kind, and lovely.

Most importantly, I have Jesus.  

As I sit writing this blog, my beautiful family is still sleeping. I get my best writing done when it's quiet. In the quiet, Jesus can come along with me. He's quietly speaking truth to me as I write this. I sit in this chair writing, realizing yet again that we will miss church because of my illness, and Jesus is still speaking truth.

Quietly.

Quietly, He tells me that I am enough. I am wonderfully made. I am beloved. I am worthy.

As tears roll down my face, he never stops telling me how much He loves me. He reminds me yet again that all of my worries and fears are not important. He assures me that He will be here for me always. He quiets my spirit.

I am so blessed, my friends.

40 is just a number.

Life is amazing.  

If I could leave you with one thought on this beautiful Sunday Morning, it would be this:
No matter what you are facing, God's got it.  

Looking back, it seems silly to have been so stressed out about getting older. It is a privilege denied to many. Sometimes, however, my worries are not so trivial. It's good to know that Jesus goes along with me, no matter the circumstances. He will never leave me.

Of this I am certain.

Be the Good

I'm tired, friends. My whole soul aches with exhaustion.

I don't think that I've ever heard a quote that resonates with me more than this one. The world is an ugly place.

What has happened to common decency?
What has happened to love and kindness?
What has happened to empathy for those who are different from ourselves?

The world is ugly. and we perpetuate this ugliness every time we use our voices to tear others down instead of building them up. We make it worse by saying nothing when we read a post full of lies and gossip. It's okay to be angry, it means you care about something. It's okay to be outraged by evil, it means you know the meaning of good. It is NOT okay to take that anger and outrage and do something even worse. Temper tantrums are for toddlers, and most of them get in trouble for it.

Why do we still have bullying in school, even after so much effort has been made to eradicate it? Go on Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter and you will quickly understand. We are a nation of anything goes.

"I have freedom of speech, and I will say what I want, darn it! Who cares who it hurts? This is my opinion, and I WILL say it!" 

Is this any different from the mean girl on the playground telling the chubby girl that she is gross? As responsible adults, we should be the ones instructing our children on how to behave, but so many of us don't even know how. Why is it okay to say something online that we would not say in person? Who cares if they live hundreds of miles away? That is still a real person. Would we speak to our mothers or children that way? Would we allow someone else to speak to them that way?

Friends, I know it sounds like I am soap-boxing, and maybe I am, but I can't help but think of all of the things that are happening in the world and in our country. The Internet has become one giant mean girl, and we are all her snickering friends. I know I am just as guilty as anyone else of becoming too excited or worked up over what someone else has said, and spitting out a reply. Would I have said it to that person's face? No, I would not have. That's not the type of person I am. Why should it be any different on the Internet?

It shouldn't.

Things like this have become the norm.

This is what we have become. We have made it perfectly acceptable for adults to openly make fun of 10 year old kids on the Internet. Why is this okay? Because she is a writer for a popular show, it makes it fine? I don't think so. It's not even accurate, but that's not even an issue these days. Bullies never worry that what they say is accurate.

This is not okay. 

As a society we must stand up to the mean girls (and boys) of the world. We must call out the ugly. We must drag this darkness into the light. And we must do it with love, compassion, and truth.

Lord, help us to be kind and loving, even to those that don't deserve it. Save us from our own selfish desire to be right. Help us to find the good and try to understand one another. Please help us to lift up our fellow man and become a better society in the process.

Maybe then, the world won't seem so ugly.

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy.......

Some of you may be old enough to remember this line from the song "Bohemian Rhapsody" by the band Queen. It's dreamy, sometimes crazy, lyrics and music have been entrancing audiences for over three decades now. I find myself strangely drawn to it lately. Could it be that struggling with reality is an internal struggle for us all?

This is the age of information, so to speak. Then, why does it seem like people are actually less informed than in years past? Boy, the Internet is a dicey thing. Ironically, it can answer almost any question if you know how to ask, but the results might not be reliable. In the age of Internet hackers, corrupt and biased media, and conspiracy theorists, it can be hard to know the truth when you read it or see it. Thank you, God, that YOUR truth never changes.

Which is better: To know the truth, even though it is unpopular or far-fetched, or to believe lies, knowing they are not true, just to be comfortable?

I do not consider myself to be an alarmist, but I hate it when I am lied to or intentionally deceived.These days, if you want to be informed about what is happening in the world, you have to find it out for yourself. The real story is usually somewhere in between the conspiracy theorists and the news media. It does take a little work, but the results are worth it.

This is especially true in an election year. If something is of particular importance to you, do some research. Try to verify what you read, and take nothing at face value. This is the basis of good research. What is that old saying? 

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see........(Queen).