Our cherry outlook was dimmed by the dark
gray clouds. They appeared to the eye as you
looked up over the snow mountains, which had
been around just a bit too long. We were praying
for warmer weather, but none was promised by
the Channel Seven weatherman. So we resolved
to take it as it comes. There were plenty of things
to do before spring was upon us. We were thankful
for how good we had it, especially when we thought
of the many who were suffering in the world. Even
in our own town, there were children who were hungry
and unhappy. Their folks spent money for alcohol or
at the casino, Always wishing for the big payout. The
more they lost, the meaner they became, and they
lost their sense of perspective. To put it mildly, they
were miserable, angry at themselves, and thought
nothing of taking it out on their children. The school was
an afterthought. Whether their children did well or
failed was of no concern. Most of these children fell
behind, and some dropped out of school and became
addicts. Some suffered from depression and had no
place to turn. The counselors and the ministers had
no answers and could not refer the children
to someone who could help. The life and spirit of the
town seemed to be on the decline, and no one took
a deep interest in the welfare of the community.
Hope was a forgotten word. Still, there were citizens
and leaders who thought we could do better, but their
enthusiasm was short-lived, and they gave up. The do
nothings and the let the cards lay where they fell did
not relish victory and were reluctant to try anything
new. It is a sad story and not unique to our community.
There are successful cities and we should try to follow
their lead but, sorry, it looks hopeless. New leaders
may be the only hope.
Stanski
Feebruary 6, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 