Saturday, July 09, 2016
I wrote a note to my police chief yesterday thanking him for those first responders who helped me when I needed them and thought of my beloved town that educated me for free, that provided for me, who needed it then, transportation to school. I wished I could thank the many teachers who educated me and provided inspiration for higher education. I wished I could thank, too, all those persons of color, Hispanics and other immigrants who helped me when hospitalized not once, not twice but three times after post polio issues presented life as a climb up Everest. They carried my food to me, they carried other things for me that are part of life and I thanked God or fate that they were there for me. Yes, it takes a village to help all of us survive.
We do not know the day nor the hour that all of us will, at some time, need the help of a stranger who may have come from a strange land. We need both the doctor and the custodian, the teacher and the sanitation worker, the physics professor and the carpenter necessary to keep the wheels of life turning.
We must appreciate all those who may not be famous but are the necessities of our lives. The great sages teach us love and not hate. We are in this together and we MUST learn to live together or we shall all die separately and alone.