Amid: (adj) surrounded by, in the middle of
I don’t care.
I once attended a party in Nashville, Tennessee, back in the era when cocaine was the “dandy candy” and never participated, but instead, indulged in conversations with people until they were too stoned to speak, and made sure that folks got home safely.
I’ve been amid conservatives and found myself offering a counterpoint or perhaps an insight that was contrary to the party line.
Likewise, I’ve sat in a room of liberals who sipped their tea and giggled over the ignorance of the right-wingers, and shared with them that many of the folks they were condemning were solid human beings–the salt of the earth.
I’ve had the pleasure of being amid a crisis and remaining calm.
I’ve had the honor of being invited to a special event and discovering that there was no room for me, started to walk away quietly, only to be championed by someone who apparently admired my willingness to avoid fussing.
I’ve been amid a culture for the past twenty years which brags about its technology which only works part of the time, screams the word “exceptional” when mediocre results come tumbling in and argues for self-preservation, when the only way to inherit the earth is to choose a well-intentioned season of meekness.
I have been amid turmoil and proffered humor.
I have been amid misogyny and insisted on equality for all sexes.
I have been amid those who were rejected by society and had the humble privilege of offering a bed, a meal and a bit of hope.
It doesn’t matter what you’re amid.
What matters is what you bring to the midst.