Thanksgiving day is a wonderful day. This Thanksgiving day in Orange County was a particularly gorgeous and wonderful one. I saw not cloud in the sky as I walked the trail at Aliso Wood Canyon Trail enjoying that wonderful majestic view that we are so blessed it and being reflective. I decided to focus this latest edition of “Voices” on another one of those: Me.
I was traveling up Alicia Parkway to visit family members. As I traveled up and got near Marketplace, I saw one of those “voices” that broke my heart. He had brought out his entire family to occupy a street corner to see what he can do for his family. This was as I read reports about how Food Banks in Orange County had gone bare. Some had noted that they had seen consistent contributions. But, the fact that this gentleman brought out his entire family on Thanksgiving day was just one indication of the continue problems.
As I had the good fortune to visit family members and get caught up on all the latest happenings, my thoughts again went back to all those who were not as blessed. I wondered about the continued calamity that many of us continue to face. I thought about the one percent that seem to be doing better as the other 99 percent seem to be doing worst. I read about the calamity of those who have had to declare bankruptcy because they had no choice. As I continued to think through, I dug up the interview done with the man behind “Barefoot economics”:
This idea of America becoming an Under Developing Nation is something that I believe is not being talked about. I have examples of it around me in a major way. The mere statistics are simply a part of the story–but not the whole story. The top one percent is doing better than other ninety nine percent!!! I thought about companies that are sitting on 2 Trillion Dollars in Cash while those very “Voices” on Main Street truly don’t seem to matter.
I spent the day after thanksgiving tending to some commitments and ended the day talking to one of the “Voices” I have periodically talked to. He told me how he had some stuff lined up and that he was “alive and surviving”. What did disappoint me about him was how he bought himself some booze to continue apparently drinking away because his breath reflected the fact that he was drinking. I did wish him well as I departed. I suppose that drinking was his escape from this cycle of poverty and deprivation that he has had that he has shared with me during the times I have talked to him.
As I drove away, I thought about whether we have lost our sense of humanity. As I thought about this, I ran across this admonition attributed to Chief Seattle that we all must remember that we’re all bound together and have a common destiny and purpose:
Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect.
Do we have the courage to remember this? Will we have the courage to understand our true challenges and take the brave steps to deal with it?