From disrespect of the nation’s Commander-in-Chief and the ranting at town hall meetings to the music and sports world celebrities going wacko, it is getting harder to concentrate on a magazine I am deeply involved with right now.
It’s called We Care, but lately I wonder if we really do. It seems like the compassion once so prevalent in this country — especially after 9-11 — is melting as fast as the polar ice caps.
The other day, within a matter of minutes, my wife and I watched a woman throw a can on the ground as she was walking to her car — a garbage can only 50 feet away. Around the corner, a young man was throwing rocks at snake birds near the shore of a lake.
Were they reprimanded? Of course! But deaf ears and insubordinate attitudes seem to have become everyday traits.
Maybe that’s why I have become so engrossed in We Care. Each day, I get to hear people tell me heart-warming stories of caring for another. It helps restore my faith in society that all is not lost.
Let’s at least hope so.