September 25, 2014

Many aging baby boomers must feel as I do: Grateful for every day that passes in relative peace. Situations that are dire for others are brought readily to our awareness. But our gratitude for good health and food on the table is not the result of comparison to anothers’ hardship. It comes through our awareness of having enjoyed decades of good fortune to have lived in a place and time that has been an outcropping of the sacrifices and hard work of many who came before us. Like the old game of “musical chairs” we take warnings of unsettled days ahead to heart, and wonder how we might best make a difference. Not by taking the nearest chair, but by standing aside and giving it to someone else.