Thank you for putting this up. Our thoughts are with them.
I can’t speak to Sikh theology. I can’t speak to their character universally — they are not a common people, and I’ve had few contacts. But every one that I have been fortunate enough to encounter has been a straight-shooting, stand-up kind of person, with just enough stiff-neckedness to indicate that they value integrity highly.
Sadly, the entire world is worse off whenever we lose such people. They have lost time with their lives and loved ones; their community has lost their presence and support; but we have all been diminished because six vital, living people are gone at the hands of another.
Well, I have only one data point to go off of, but “Singh” lived catty-corner across the street from us back in the late 70s or very early 80s, we went over to his house for parties or dinner (or something), and I’m very sorry they moved, because he was a man worth having around. As I reflect back upon it, he is the adult neighbor who perhaps stands out the most, partially because of his background, but also because of the easy-going nature combined with manly decorum. Our end of the neighborhood really had a nucleus of something, adult-wise, when he was there, because he represented the critical-mass fourth neighbor willing to come outside and talk, and after he left it sorta quasi-stabilized into individual one on one friendships in a bedroom community.
Naturally, having done a little reading now on Sikhs, I wish I knew the rest of his name.
How thoughtful of you to do this!
Thank you for putting this up. Our thoughts are with them.
I can’t speak to Sikh theology. I can’t speak to their character universally — they are not a common people, and I’ve had few contacts. But every one that I have been fortunate enough to encounter has been a straight-shooting, stand-up kind of person, with just enough stiff-neckedness to indicate that they value integrity highly.
Sadly, the entire world is worse off whenever we lose such people. They have lost time with their lives and loved ones; their community has lost their presence and support; but we have all been diminished because six vital, living people are gone at the hands of another.
Well, I have only one data point to go off of, but “Singh” lived catty-corner across the street from us back in the late 70s or very early 80s, we went over to his house for parties or dinner (or something), and I’m very sorry they moved, because he was a man worth having around. As I reflect back upon it, he is the adult neighbor who perhaps stands out the most, partially because of his background, but also because of the easy-going nature combined with manly decorum. Our end of the neighborhood really had a nucleus of something, adult-wise, when he was there, because he represented the critical-mass fourth neighbor willing to come outside and talk, and after he left it sorta quasi-stabilized into individual one on one friendships in a bedroom community.
Naturally, having done a little reading now on Sikhs, I wish I knew the rest of his name.
That was nice. You shouldn’t have to fear because you worship.