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The Tipping Point


Rational and reasonable people don’t snap. They cope. They set limits, they evaluate they adapt, they survive. Rational and reasonable people establish tolerances, they set hold points near thresholds, they wait and watch, they continue the internal dialog and seek the consul of friends, family, people they can trust. Rational and reasonable people plan their moves, they are prepared for the unintended event, the unintentional results. Rational and reasonable people don’t snap, they tip.
In our life there are two important features which define us. One is the abstract concept of how our life will be structured so we can attain the goals we have set for ourselves. The other is the internal compass which holds us on course, guides us through our daily decisions, keeps the truck between the ditch lines or the ship off the rocks as we make our way.
Our lives become framed in our phases, described by our passages. We are invented by our own frames of references, by our remembrances, we become our personal commitments.

Our plans and goals whether fulfilled or not are always expanding and contracting. As we actualize a portion of the vision, as we see the dream coming together, we reach beyond our grasp, the next level of commitment is revealed, we realize the energy of striving is the energy which keeps the dream alive. In that intangible essence of the moment others will recognize, as we do, something special is happening here, not based on the obvious accomplishment, simply caught up in the energy of life‘s moment.

If wisdom is recognizing the correct path forward, then integrity is having the strength and conviction to take the path and stay on it. If this is true, then it is undeniable, just to know you were on that path for one second, there was righteousness and joy which made it all worthwhile and you know it could happen again. This is martyrdom. The corrupted, twisted , dark side of reality where the something special is something very wrong, which makes death better than life. The martyr didn’t snap, he simply tipped. In his well calculated structure, of all possibilities, he reached that magic moment, recognized the next level of commitment and took the previously prescribed passage. The order in his universe was fulfilled.

And now the experts will be called, the generals, the anchors, the panels and the pretentious, the man on the street will be surveyed, the politicians will postulate, the host will speculate, the blogs will illuminate, the books will rush to the bestsellers shelves and the Politically Correct will debate; what were his motives? We must know what was in his mind and in his heart. Without this knowledge we will never know if he was a devout Muslim, a jihadist, member of al Qaeda, an Islamist extremist or a radical Fundamentalist. Was this a hate crime, pre-meditated murder or an Act of Terrorism? Was he directed by an international terror organization or simply inspired by one? We must have our intellectually honest discussion, our academically insightful dialog, we must investigate the current conditions, today’s situation.

The truth will be known. Known by many, known by few. Army Psychiatrist, Major Nidal Hasan, was a man on a mission. A man following his internal compass. He recognized the moment had arrived, his personal commitment could not be denied, he chose death over life.

On October 30, 2009, Luqman Abdullah, a jailhouse converted Muslim, was shot to death by FBI agents in a warehouse in Dearborn, Michigan, just outside of Detroit. Luqman Abdullah had preached violent revolution to his fellow criminals. He had told them, ‘if you carry a gun, when the police come, don’t give up the gun, give them a bullet’. When the FBI raided his stash house, Luqman Abdullah recognized the moment had arrived, his personal commitment could not be denied, he chose death over life.

In 2007, the FBI exposed a plot by Muslims to commit mass murder at Fort Dix, in New Jersey. These men had structured their lives, set their compass and tired to create the moment of martyrdom. They also chose killing and death over tolerance, goodness and life.

In Kuwait, 2003, US Army Sergeant, Hasan Akbar threw a hand grenade into a tent killing a captain and a major. He then opened fire with his assault rifle wounded 14 as they fled the tent. His family said he had snapped under the pressure of the ridicule and harassment he received by his fellow soldiers for being a Muslim. He said, he was very concerned about killing other Muslims in Iraq. I say; he realized his time had come, he recognized the next level of commitment and followed his internal compass and tipped. He chose killing and death over life.

There was a time in my life, when I would have said, “I’m glad I’m not crazy like that”. At the time, I would have been very truthful with myself. I would have said it with conviction and a certain sarcasm. Now I say this. I know life is precious, so dear, that it shines with the radiance of the divine. I know liberty, freedom, independence and justice are essential elements in our Lord’s design, his gifts to us, our legacy as his children. I know; no man, no religion, no government can withstand these principals. I choose life.

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses to “The Tipping Point”
  1. Fred Scheibl Fred Scheibl says:

    Wow – you nailed this guy in a very poetic and moving way. But there is no doubt that in the ensuing months (years?) of his trial, he will be redefined so completely that all trace of motive or world-view will be erased through the lens of the national media.

    • A. J. A J Reichel says:

      Fred, you’re right…I was hoping Hasan would make a statement, show himself, but it looks like the insanity defense pretty much means this will be white washed in the sea of PC…Still hoping the judge or prosecutor will be able to expose this for the terrorist attack it is…..

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