Because we all need a mental break once in a while. Those of us that care and understand are exhausted by little Timmy’s lemonade stand to pay for his dad’s cancer treatment, Susie’s cupcake drive to help with mom’s insulin bills, a gofundme to help pay for someone’s unexpected disability, or just about every infuriating event where people paint glowing pictures like this to signal the virtue of the hard worker engaging in the grind to grace someone with survival rather than be enraged at the failure of society that necessitates child labor or social largesse to pay for someone’s continued life and liberty.
It’s fucked up. I hate that I have a government that would piss away trillions on bombs and Sturmabteilung killing people rather than invest in the citizens so someone of any age can afford insulin, or a cake or piñata for a kid’s birthday.
So allow us to shed a tear over a potentially apocryphal story where someone’s life is better for just a moment thanks to a person who expected nothing in return.
This is me. On the one hand, I am filled with rage that we have a society where a young mother can’t even afford a nice birthday for her kid, where the first part is the sort of story I witnessed over and over when I was in retail. On the other hand, this sort of story, even if it’s embellished or untrue, lets me hold hope for at least a moment that there’s good in this world worth fighting for.
Because we all need a mental break once in a while. Those of us that care and understand are exhausted by little Timmy’s lemonade stand to pay for his dad’s cancer treatment, Susie’s cupcake drive to help with mom’s insulin bills, a gofundme to help pay for someone’s unexpected disability, or just about every infuriating event where people paint glowing pictures like this to signal the virtue of the hard worker engaging in the grind to grace someone with survival rather than be enraged at the failure of society that necessitates child labor or social largesse to pay for someone’s continued life and liberty.
It’s fucked up. I hate that I have a government that would piss away trillions on bombs and Sturmabteilung killing people rather than invest in the citizens so someone of any age can afford insulin, or a cake or piñata for a kid’s birthday.
So allow us to shed a tear over a potentially apocryphal story where someone’s life is better for just a moment thanks to a person who expected nothing in return.
This is me. On the one hand, I am filled with rage that we have a society where a young mother can’t even afford a nice birthday for her kid, where the first part is the sort of story I witnessed over and over when I was in retail. On the other hand, this sort of story, even if it’s embellished or untrue, lets me hold hope for at least a moment that there’s good in this world worth fighting for.
the vast majority of your fellow citizens aren’t. they have more voting power than you
and they like this way.