As I sit here trying to put some words together, I think back to those wonderful days of my childhood. And I ask myself, if I could, would I change anything?
I can truthfully say right here that I wouldn’t. I would not wish I had been born wealthy and lived in a mansion.
Being able to manage with what little we have is the boat you have to sail on. Being able to feed your family with what you have is a task many go through every day. Having a home that keeps us out of the weather and a place to sleep is a desire most everyone has, but there are still many who live on the street or in cardboard boxes.
People living out of the garbage cans because they are hungry is a fact none of us, regardless of our wealth, should have in any city here in the United States. People are on the bread lines because they have no jobs.
Yet, people in Washington who represent us have insurance policies that are far over and above what we have as families or individuals. Their salaries are very profitable, and they don’t worry about being laid off from work.
In the states, they put forth promotions of new things we as the public don’t need. Some put themselves to shame as they let special interest groups persuade them with ideas that won’t be anything good for the general public. How did we go from the fathers who wrote our Constitution to the ones who sometimes don’t even show up for work and have someone else cast their vote?
No, I wouldn’t want to change anything about the way we were trained, schooled and loved by our parents. But somewhere along the line from there to here we had a turnover of good to bad in the ways our laws are obeyed or changed. Many of the ones we select to be our voices have turned their heads, and who suffers from that?