These are times that try men’s souls. Someone said that before me, I’m sure. But we are all facing a monstrous challenge.
We take different routes in making it through the day. One friend is turning to the grape, happy to drink any wine whose date starts with a 1 or 2.
Here’s how I cope.
I think of a 20-year-old Sudanese mother who buries her 4-year-old daughter who has died of starvation, weighing 19 pounds at death.
I think of the Syrian families whose houses are burned down and who are given one hour to pack all their possessions on a wagon and walk 120 miles to a refugee camp.
I think of the survivors of World War II death camps who were “lucky” enough to survive, a serial number on their arms to remind them daily of the horrors they endured.
I think of all the brave American soldiers who died face down in the mud.
I think of all the political prisoners around the world, tortured and killed for expressing their opinions
I think of bald 10-year-old children in hospitals who can’t figure out why their parents always have tears in their eyes when they visit them.
I think of all these things. Then I’m not so upset that I can’t go to my favorite restaurant.
Whatever gets you through it.
Take care. Be safe. God bless you. — Richard Hetke, Hinsdale
