Do you ever get the feeling you could be doing more for humanity than checking your phone every two minutes?
Are you nagged by the notion you could contribute to this bright blue marble we call home and all the creatures who share it but haven’t a clue how?
May we suggest becoming a hero? Not the “leaps tall buildings in a single bound” kind of hero, but the kind of unassuming good guy or gal who goes about the business of rescuing people, places and things quietly and without all the bluster, skintight costumes or super powers.
For instance, think outside yourself and adopt a rescue animal or two. Dog, cat, chicken. It doesn’t matter. Do it, fill a need and spread the love.
Or how about a visit to your local library and stop those nasty rumors about how these great institutions are circling the drain toward extinction.
Their demise has been predicted since the computer was introduced to the reading public. Yet libraries have consistently found the key to reinventing themselves and staying relevant no matter what new medium is thrown in their direction.
So, go! Browse the shelves and borrow a book, take it home, read it and enjoy, return it, then get another. Do your bit for the public library system.
As mentioned here a few weeks ago, newspapers have not been as successful as libraries in finding ways to survive changes in gathering and spreading the word or the instantaneous flow of information called the 24-hour news cycle where facts are a moving target.
It may appear quaint these days, but the promise of newspapers is to clearly tell all sides of a story, be as factual as humanly possible and correct errors when they occur.
You too can be a hero to a newspaper subscription. Any newspaper. But most especially this one. Think how proud it will make you feel to spend a few bucks to save local journalism not to mention “truth, justice and the American way.”
In another matter, you get no points for heroism when you plan a move into new digs the same week you are released from the hospital. Who does this?
Been there, done it and can attest this exercise is not a candidate for your list of meaningful and positive things to do.
For us, these two life events came together at the same time due to the bad timing of a prearranged set of circumstances and possibly Mars in retrograde.
Doomed from the start, the move was almost two hours late getting started when the van driver arrived at a home on High Street and tried to convince the resident she was in possession of a large storage unit containing the worldly possessions of someone she did not know.
He did not realize he had the wrong address, the driver later told us, but eased off on the demand to produce the cache when it appeared she was going to call the police.
Long story short, and after some checking and phone calls, the driver found the proper address and the move finally got underway.
More trouble came our way when it was discovered the storage unit contained bed frames, mattresses, box spring that were supposed to have been left for the trash and several large bags of things which were meant for the Good Will Industry donation box. Instead they were packed with our other belongings and taken to the new house.
How the mix-up occurred doesn’t matter and I refuse to point a finger at those who, as old as they are, still don’t pay attention when their mother talks to them.