This latest gap in posts was a little longer than planned. The holiday weeks were filled with several crises, all of which turned out OK, but took away time, attention and energy.
I did a little housecleaning here. I deleted some comments waiting in the queue - they were both tiresome extensions of exchanges that were already pretty pointless.
There's a lot happening and I'll be playing "catch-up" over the next days and weeks. Right now, I figured I'd share something that seems very appropriate as a kick-off for the New Year.
(Note: yes, I do know about the court decision in Montana and I'll be writing about it soon.)
Yesterday, NPR's Morning Edition featured a commentary by friend and ally Ben Mattlin. You can read or listen to the commentary by going to To One Of the Lucky Ones, The New Year Means More.
Excerpt:
I've used a wheelchair my whole life. I no longer have the strength to hold a pencil. Am I still one of the lucky ones?Ben has posted the longer original version of his commentary on his blog, titled Adventures in Modern Life. Check it out. --Stephen Drake
I believe I am. So, why do so many people feel sorry for me?
They don't know me, of course. They don't know that I grew up in a great family, graduated from Harvard, get my writing published, got married and fathered two terrific little girls. There are a lot of reasons why I consider myself lucky.
Still, people have said to me, "If I were like you, I'd kill myself."
This is supposed to be a compliment, I think. They mean to commend my perseverance. So how come I want to say back, "If I were like you, I'd want to kill myself, too!"
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