Little Things Change the World

If I did not still have hope for the future, I would just lay here and die.

Listen…..almost anything you fear will not be as bad as you think it to be. We can and will find silver linings in all the storms which are facing us.

Take care. Take precautions. Be slightly paranoid. I always have been, and it’s kept me out of some bad situations.

Interact with those among you with open minds as much as possible. Like minded is even better.

Support the people you love and respect by word and by deed, and financially if possible.

You don’t have to broadcast your beneficence, it will be known by those who count, those who need it.

Quietly change the world from the inside out, and it will remain changed for the better.

I Can’t See the Wind

As I walked today I looked through the large plate glass window at a plastic Coffee cup with a black lid being played with by the wind. First it stood at a near impossible 80 degree angle on its bottom edge, and wiggled for a few seconds. Then it suddenly just flipped over on it’s top and landed as flat as a gymnast sticking a dismount.

It then blew about 10 ft down the parking lot, suddenly stopped, reversed course two feet and swirled round and round three feet up into the air along with a nest of dry oak leaves. It fell back to ground and circled slowly like wagons getting ready for an Indian attack.

I cannot see the wind, but I know its there and that it exists. I wonder often what it does look like to the ones who can see it. It must have dainty white hued hands, and powerful big red mittens to be able to do what it does.

But, I cannot see the wind that moves the plastic coffee cup. The same wind that moves small things so cleverly but can blow away entire towns if it wishes. And if I cannot see the wind, what else am I overlooking? What more things, both benign and powerful exist side by side with me that I cannot detect, because unlike the wind they choose not to make their presence known?

My Generation

I think of the years in which my generation grew up and I am simultaneously very sad and very angry. I weep because my grandchildren will never know the kind of security, safety, and naitivity we knew. I am angry because my generation did not do the things we needed to do in order to keep them safe.

I can see, in hindsight, where the critical mistakes were made. They were mistakes mostly of omission. They were mistakes that could have been helped if we as a people had thought a little harder, and fought a little harder to make the difficult decisions.

At one point after my first semester in college, I wanted to major in political science and go into politics. I took two Poly Sci courses my first year. I was gung ho to get things straightened out! I dithered. I sailed through life without much of a course set. I don’t think I was the only one though. There were lots of us who could have done a lot more. Life happened how it usually happens. Quickly. You start something, and you turn around…and it’s ten years later!

I wish for all the world I had gone forward with that wish to go into politics. Maybe I could have made a difference. Newt Gingrich was there at WGC at the same time….maybe I could have just offset him. That would’ve helped a little.

As it is, I just have to say how sincerely sorry I am for the world we are handing off to our Children and their children. It’s not the world our parents gave us. I hope that your generations will be wiser than we were. I hope that by studying our mistakes future generations won’t repeat them. Is that possible? I hope….