The best way to start is to remember that we are among the luckiest humans to have ever lived on earth despite the hassle of being rich but not wealthy in America, the complexities and risks of paying a child's college tuition, room and board and iTunes account, the gross out of the rat who is eating the dish washer hose night after night, and the embarrassment of having the Orkin Man's truck parked in front of your house week after week.
But we are also helpless as the leaders of our country take us into foolish wars, separate parents from nursing infants to haul off illegal alien workers with jobs, fire prosecutors who won't give in to political pressure, the mistreatment of injured soldiers when they come home...
One of my many fears is that the calamities that keep being threatened will happen when I am old and cannot walk to Costa Rico, to become one of the weakest who die first: the sick, the very young and the old. Yick. I want to blown up in the first salvo or be the hero of the Resistance. See Pan's Labyrinth and read Hemmingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls.
Okay, Biscuit, our family's morale officer, is getting antsy and needs a walk.
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