mylifein100words

Month: July, 2017

A Question for the Ages

“What have you done today to justify your existence?” I don’t think it was meant as a serious question, but it plagues me to this day.

My father would ask this question to his six children. I think he struggled to talk to us because he wasn’t sure of himself. His self-worth was so low that he didn’t think he had anything worthwhile to impart. Perhaps this was his way of trying to get to know us, to start a conversation, to ask what was going on in our lives. Whatever it was, I still ask myself this on occasion.

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Why 100 Words (P.S. I crack myself up)

People ask me in surprise, “It has to be exactly 100 words?” Of course it does! That’s why it’s called “My Life in 100 Words.” Not 101. Or 98. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words. 100 words.

Exactly 100 words.

My mother would say…

My mother would say, “I love the Blacks.” As if she knew them all. As if they were all the same.

She was, certainly, a product of her upbringing. Born in 1913 in St. Louis, Missouri, I don’t think Mom met a black person until she was well into adulthood. As with Jews, she’d been told things about them and had no experience to disprove those things. Until she met Blacks and Jews, like her son-in-law and the ladies who took care of her.

I’m glad my experiences are broader and deeper than Mom’s. She was a great lady nonetheless.

The Perfect Metaphor

It’s the perfect metaphor for differing views on life. One is an extrovert; the other an introvert. The plants were put out on a beautiful sunny day, so they could get air and sunshine. They were on the little table on the balcony, cozied up to one another, leaves and fronds touching. The extrovert thinks plants are happy when they can brush against each other, friends gently patting one another.

The introvert moved them apart. “They don’t want to be that close, invading one another’s space. They need room to grow, breathe.”

Different experiences. Different outlooks. Different approaches. Introvert. Extrovert.

The Suckling of the American People

I often find myself out of sync with modern life. I don’t watch regular TV anymore, so when I pick up People Magazine, I don’t know who half the featured celebrities are. I’m fine with that. I’m content.

Another way that I am out of step is that I refuse to suckle, like the rest of America. What am I talking about?? Have you bought a water container lately? I have tried. But I couldn’t buy a bottle or cup without a sucking function–a straw or sport cap. I refuse to suck; I want to sip. Or gulp, not suck.

The Medical Industrial Complex

“We must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex.” Dwight D. Eisenhower

In 2015, 54% of the US discretionary budget was spent on the military. Today, we spend 6% of our Gross Domestic Product on healthcare. In my mind, these problems are equal. Ike warned about the influence building up our military would have on American society. We are living with that today. We are also dealing with insurance companies that influence our healthcare decisions.

Folks ask the question: do you want the government making decisions about your healthcare? Well, no. No more than I want insurance companies–who care only about their profits–making those decisions for me, as they are right now.