Keep Things in Perspective

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It’s a mess out there now. Hard to discern between what’s a real threat and what is just simple panic and hysteria. For a small amount of perspective at this moment, imagine you were born in 1900.

On your 14th birthday, World War I starts, and ends on your 18th birthday. 22 million people perish in that war. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until your 20th birthday. 50 million people die from it in those two years. Yes, 50 million.

On your 29th birthday, the Great Depression begins. Unemployment hits 25%, the World GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33. The country nearly collapses along with the world economy.


When you turn 39, World War II starts. You aren’t even over the hill yet. And don’t try to catch your breath. On your 41st birthday, the United States is fully pulled into WWII. Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war.

Smallpox was epidemic until you were in your 40’s, as it killed 300 million people during your lifetime.


At 50, the Korean War starts. 5 million perish. From your birth, until you are 55 you dealt with the fear of Polio epidemics each summer. You experience friends and family contracting polio and being paralyzed and/or die.


At 55 the Vietnam War begins and doesn’t end for 20 years. 4 million people perish in that conflict. During the Cold War, you lived each day with the fear of nuclear annihilation. On your 62nd birthday you have the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War. Life on our planet, as we know it, almost ended. When you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends.

Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900. How did they endure all of that? When you were a kid in 1985 and didn’t think your 85 year-old grandparent understood how hard school was. And how mean that kid in your class was. Yet they survived through everything listed above. Perspective is an amazing art. Refined and enlightening as time goes on. Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Our parents and/or grandparents were called to endure all of the above – we are called to stay home and sit on our couch.
 
Well said Jim. Our present situation is serious but, it is only one of a long list of trials that have beset us.

We will come out the other side with losses. We must grieve these losses but, never-the-less, carry on.
 
Hi,

"There will be wars and rumors of wars..."

If memory serves, that was prophesized a couple thousand years ago in a very famous book, one that chronicles human history, sociology, psychology, legal issues, financial issues and more, better than any other. In other words, it's as close to being an operator's manual for humanity as we'll ever have.

So far, I don't think it's been wrong.

Rick C
 
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...but they did have a few years in the 20's after the flu and before the great depression when they danced and had fun.
 
Thanks, Jim. I'm reminded of this often. My father is 93 and we have discussed his journey through life several times in recent years. He is one of the few WWII vets we still have with us. He never complains about anything, is always thankful for what he has been given and what he has achieved. Doesn't say much about such things as you mentioned, you have to ask to get him to open up.

I've felt pretty silly more than a few times about things I've complained about, how hard life can be and such. Dad is in an independent living section of a skilled nursing facility that has been locked down now for two months. Can't visit, he gets his meals in styrofoam containers, etc. Always looks for the good things that happen. On May 5th the facility served them a non-alcoholic margarita in a styrofoam cup with lunch. First margarita he'd ever had, he thought that was great and is looking forward to being able to have one with real tequila in it soon.

Again, thank you for the reminder.
 
Dad was born in 1917, was a teenager during the Depression, was drafted in WW2, and saw his Son and step Son in uniform in 65 and 70. He had one of the better jobs in the community for most of his life but never forgot the Depression and never outlived the experiences of war. I've seen my share: wearing a uniform in 71-72, struggling through the "farm recession" and 25% interest rates of the 80's, the usurpation of personal rights and forced acceptance of deviant human behavior of the past 30 years, and now, this germ warfare.
Those previous generations didn't have as much of the day to day news that we have and therefore didn't get quite as deep into what was actually happening. I feel we're being misled as to the specifics of what's going on now and this causes me more real concern than the disease.
 
Those that have had it really tough are often the most appreciative of just being alive and having the basics. My Dad lost his Mom in 1921 to the Spanish Flu. His Dad remarried a widow, who typical of those times, barely accepted the existence of the children from her husband's first marriage. My Dad dropped out of school and found work at 14 to earn money for food for him and his little brother. At 16 he procured a fake ID showing him to be 18 so that he could enter the ring as a professional boxer. Seven years and over 50 bouts later he quit boxing at the insistence of his young wife, my Mom. He worked harder than any man I ever knew and created a decent life for his family. He never had much for himself, preferring to buy clothes at second hand stores, and hated to "waste" money eating in restaurants. He would tell us kids how grateful and happy he was to have a roof that he owned over his head, and food on the table for his family to eat. He died way too young, at 63, from cancer he contracted in the filthy factory where he worked most of his life. His proudest moments were when my brother, and then myself graduated from college.

After my 24 years in the military I had a second career as a Nursing Home Administrator. I met many a veteran of both WWII and the Depression. And I particularly remember a man I helped care for who was a survivor of the Holocaust, who managed to make it out of Auschwitz alive after first escaping and then being recaptured (and only avoided being summarily executed because he was a skilled carpenter that the Nazi brass put to work making custom cabinetry for them). He was forced to witness the murder of his wife and two little children. Later he testified against some high ranking Nazis at the Nuremberg trials and for that was give a visa to emigrate to America. When he was in my care he would thank the staff for the "fantastic food" as he called it, the same food that so many of our residents said they thought terrible. Any assistance from the staff, such as helping him bathe or dress was met with unending gratitude. He was always smiling, saying how grateful he was to God for letting him live, but would periodically sink into depression when his memories would overwhelm him. I never met a man who had suffered so greatly, but who was so grateful for what he still had. I tried my best to give him the only think that I could, my friendship and respect. I only knew him from 1990 to 1993 when he passed away but I will never forget him.
 
Thank you Jim. We live like Kings and Queens! The globalists fear America, and loathe us for our prosperity. They want us to become like them. A pox on them, and remember it is our exceptionalism that keeps the world on an even keel.
gramps
 

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