In my last post, Journaling Through Challenging Moments, I shared insights from my personal journal writing as a result of some “web challenges” I was experiencing. The truth, as I soon realized, was that WritingThroughLife had been hacked. Hacked!
Who would want to do such a thing and why? Why to my website? WritingThroughLife doesn’t pose a threat to anyone and — as far as I know — I don’t have any enemies. So I can only assume that some bored college student or programmer decided to amuse him or herself by harming someone else. I don’t understand why anyone would want to harm someone else for any reason. I really don’t. Besides, these sorts of things don’t happen to me, only people I read about in the newspapers. Right?
To help my understanding, I looked up the word hack in the dictionary. Here, in part, is what I found:
As a verb, to hack means to cut with rough or heavy blows. And, it means to use a computer to gain unauthorized access to someone’s data. It’s also used informally to denigrate someone when they can’t cope: “he just couldn’t hack it.” As a noun, it is a rough cut or blow and, of course, an act of computer hacking.
Interestingly, to hack around means to pass one’s time idly, with no definite purpose. And to hack someone off means to annoy them or purposefully make them angry. It is also — I found this particularly amusing — a term used for a writer or journalist who produces unoriginal, boring work. In “olden” days, a hack was an ordinary horse or a taxicab or the bottom half of a two-part door (comes from “hatch”). And, before that a young hawk who was not yet at liberty to hunt for himself was at hack.
I’ve come to the conclusion that a hungry young hawk was at hack, when he discovered an unlocked hack in the backdoor of this old hack’s house. So he decided to hack me off by hacking my website, and dealt me a terrible hack in my most vulnerable (ahem) code. Now, I think I’ve chased that young hack out of my house and securely locked my lower hack — I can’t yet be sure — but this old hack of a web-mistress and writer will never feel quite as secure, knowing that young hawks are always at hack.
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Yesterday was Martin Luther King Junior day, a day to remember and honor his life’s work for peace and social justice. A day to stand up for the principles of tolerance, community, and love. So, to my hacker(s) and all idle young hawks, I say this:
I forgive you. And I believe that underneath these mean-spirited activities, you are basically a good person — one who has been hurt and because of your own pain you lash out at others. But it is when you turn your skills to good use, helping others instead of harming them, that you will find healing for your own wounds.
I have a vision of a world united, one in which people do not intentionally harm one another, but where we work together for the common and individual good. A world in which we understand that where we create competition, we create scarcity, but that by supporting and working with one another we create abundance.
I may not see this world in my lifetime, but I believe that it is possible if only we can all envision it.