Reading the news these days is like playing reverse mumblety peg where the object is to stab all of your fingers rather than miss them. If it is not 70-year-old brokerage firms ruining your financial
life, it is 70-year-old friends you played bocce with in Palm Beach. Each day there is more bad news -- from earnings shortfalls to layoffs to union workers who think forcing you into bankruptcy is a
good strategy to ensure their jobs.
All this makes it remarkably hard to write a holiday column about peace on earth and goodwill towards men. The next person who says to me "Well, you don't
want to lock in your losses," is going to get such a smack. Like you, I live in a persistent state of anxiety, but unlike you, I have a Zoloft prescription. This gives me the illusion that perhaps
there is some light shining through the gloom.
You have your health. We take this for granted day in and day out, worrying more about how we look in a size 8 rather than if that aneurysm
will pop tomorrow. The mere fact that you can go to the gym and grab your fat handles in disgust is a blessing in itself. When you walk down the street this afternoon, remember there are lots of folks
who can't.
You are not starving. Much of the world is facing a hunger challenge unlike anything seen in the past 50 years. A steep rise in food prices has made it worse, and now a global
financial crisis threatens to extend the suffering. Years ago, unable to fly home for Thanksgiving, I shared a table at a Burger King with a bum who plopped himself down uninvited. All I could think
to say was, "Hell of a Thanksgiving dinner, huh?" To which he said unflinchingly, "It is, if it's all you got."
The guy across the street from you who goes to a different church is not
putting IEDs in your driveway or strapping a bomb to his teenager to blow up the grocery store. Nor is he holding his breath until the U.S. leaves, so he can slit your throat because your sect is
theologically 3% different than his.
Guys with AK-47s are not raiding your village, raping your wife and daughters before killing them, and then looting your home before they burn it to the
ground. All this as a prelude to your own starvation and/or dismemberment the next time they come calling -- just because they want to own more drought-ravaged sand.
One of your kid's
classmates, wrecked up on meth and video games where they get to the next level by killing more people in increasingly violent ways, hasn't decided to smuggle guns into the high school and start
shooting his way into the headlines.
You aren't out on the street competing for spare change or for a cardboard carton to spend the night in.
There is no doubt that we are in for
some rough days ahead. But lash yourself to the mast of hope. Kiss your kids. Take and return whatever love is in your life. Reach out and help someone else. Better days are coming and you
will be part of them.
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