The other day I reported the death of our fence boarding our driveway. The wind blew it down which was okay since I had already planned to tear it down and rebuild it next spring. The wind saved me some labor, although I still have to deal with the dead parts of the fence.
Death sometimes seems easier than struggling to live. With life we have no other choice but to choose to live. However, with many other things we can just choose to let it go rather than frustrate ourselves with trying to change it.
For many years I used to go to the county budget hearings nearby to voice, with many others, my support for mass transit and mental health service. Every year some of the disastrous budget cuts proposed by the County Executive were restored but every year we lost some ground.
I stopped going till tonight. A good friend had sent me a request to attend. I went and heard concerns on the same issues: the quality of park system, trying to stop the cuts to transit system, and restoring good mental health care to the county. The speakers spoke each for 2 minutes and the Supervisors listened. I gave two stories about my friend who must spend 4 hours waiting and on a bus for a one hour class five days a week at the local university. I also told the story how my deceased son Peter had his medicine taken away from him when he was moved from the County Health System to the county House of Corrections. It was the right medicine, but not on the ‘approved list’ at the jail.
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