Facts Vs. Feels

America is so scary right now. Outbreaks of racism, the persecution of women and our rights, and it just keeps going from there. I’m astonished at how much America doesn’t care. We are more interested in who has the newest drama, or the funniest posts rather than things we need to get involved in, and stand up for. I guess that is just too much work.

Let me just say this right now; if you support Donald Trump then you openly support racism, sexism, and a type of unprofessional that cannot even be put into words because it is so horrific. He is the modern Hitler. If you are woman, and you support Donald Trump then you are just plainly an ignorant person. Why? He thinks you are a disgusting animal, pig, and a sexual object cut out just for him. Have fun with that! While arguing last night with someone over the Keystone Pipeline problem, they stated that they like “facts more than feels.” I’m so glad they stated this because I was finally able to put a finger on what exactly is wrong with America. While it is important not to get carried away with emotions on some subjects, I don’t know where we would be without “feels.” It’s kind of important to feel, and to feel for others.


For example; a lot of people right now are undergoing medical treatment for rare diseases that they did not choose to have, and that are beyond costly. The facts are that insurance companies have laid out the rules of what they will, and will not cover, and after that it is the patients responsibility to meet the cost of treatment. If the bills are not paid, then the treatment will discontinue. This happened to someone I knew once…when he was around fifteen years old. Despite him having cancer, they were facing the discontinuation of medical care. Those are the facts. The feels? People seeing that this is a fifteen year old DYING of cancer. A fifteen year old with one parent who exhausted her insurance limitations, and cannot pay for medical bills because she’s at her sons side. The feels were people feeling for this situation and lending assistance that they could, paying for treatment, and seeing him to the end. Ps – he lived because of people’s “feels.” The facts are that my Adcirca is around $2,300 monthly. Its a fact that my dad and I cannot afford a medication to keep me alive. So the fact is that my medication will no longer be supplied, and yes I will die. The feels are a non-profit company that “feels” for patients like us, and picked up the tab for an entire year. Feelings are what keep me alive, and also someone feeling for people with this disease, and finding a method of treatment for us.

We all think highly of people because of their feelings, and what they can do for others. I will always respect a person more not because of what they are required to do, but because of what they extend themselves to do when they are not expected to. That speaks much more highly of someone’s character.

On a side note, I will always feel it is my job to protect my Mother Earth who is sacred. Water is life, and it cannot be replaced by the human hand. Mother nature, mother earth is a gift, and she is life-giving. If we continue to contaminate, and destroy her, we will be nothing. Keep that in mind if you choose to support Keystone Pipeline. Those are the facts, not just the feels.


Song of the Week is Sometimes Part One by the Nth Power who I got to see live at Gathering of Nations.



3 thoughts on “Facts Vs. Feels”

  1. Haley Ann, I am a woman priest. Agree with everything you said in this post. My granddaughter also has pulmonary hypertension. I respectfully as for your permision to send this email to my sister priests. I would not violate your privacy without your permission; however, I think what you say here is so true. Please let me know. Maureen McGill, Pensacola FL

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