A Lesson In Keeping Those Less Fortunate In Mind
To The Editor:
So, after successfully picking my way through the ice-covered trees lying across 915 on Sideling Hill and down Mountain House Road last Tuesday night, I was looking forward to a warm apartment, a wagging tail on the Whoopy dog, a mug of hot chocolate and bed. Hustontown was dark, the dog was not happy and there wasn’t gonna be any steaming mug of hot chocolate either. There was no heat, no lights, no running water, no nuthin’. All because one single service had failed.
I’ve gotten some shut-eye under worse conditions. A frozen 1940s rust-bucket slamming around in the North Atlantic springs to mind. But that, of course, was in my younger days.
In an effort to think about something else and just maybe fall asleep, I started to take stock of things. In the process, it dawned on me that for the most part, we have become a generation of candy butts. The loss of our modern conveniences is pretty much catastrophic to Joe and Martha Average. Everything stops or at the very least, slows to a crawl. Any relief is no less than a godsend.
Then it occurred that there are some among us who have very few or none of those modern conveniences and less than enough food, even if the lights do come back on. Some may not have a decent roof over their heads. The first point is that as bad as things are, there is almost always someone who has it worse. We have to be more conscious of and grateful for what we have. Then, remembering how miserable we were during a temporary power outage, we have to be more conscious of and compelled to help those for whom that state of misery may be permanent.
Yep. I needed that.