When my grandparents were young, they were poor. Truth be told, most people in my generation had poor grandparents. My grandparents were born in the teens of the 20th century, and they weathered much adversity in their young lives.
First, they were born at the end of the First World War, which had exacted a terrible and heavy price on every country and every person involved. Then, along came the stock market crash of 1929, which kicked off the Great Depression. People went from wealthy to destitute in one day. We've all seen the film footage and read the history books. Men went wherever they could find work, if they could find it, and existence for most families was hand to mouth. It was at this time, I believe, that the moral fiber, courage, and character of that generation was formed.
For many, simply having a roof over their heads was miraculous. Being able to feed their families a good meal once or twice a day was an additional blessing. They didn't sit around and bitch and moan about not having the newest gadgets, or new furniture, or new cars. They didn't cry on each other's shoulders about their stock portfolios being practically worthless. They didn't wave their hands and run around in circles, like the modern day media, and cry "the sky is falling, the sky is falling!" No, they took life one day at a time, and treated each day, and each other, as a gift. They didn't expect a government "bailout" either. If they lost their homes, they lost them, and it was time to move on and try to find a better life.
Those that had, even a little, would share unflinchingly with those who didn't. That value must have stuck in my grandma, because I can remember as a kid, homeless men and hoboes coming to her kitchen door and asking for something to eat. My grandma didn't even flinch. She told these folks to have a seat on the porch and she made them a meal. She asked for nothing in return and never treated it like an inconvenience. Nowadays, we won't even look a homeless beggar in the eye, much less give them something to eat. (I personally don't give beggars money, because I know from experience many of them will just run to the closest drug dealer or liquor store with it.)
I guess my point is: what's happened to us, America? We are facing very tough economic times. Some say we're looking at a second Great Depression in the face. And what are we doing about it? Begging the federal government to save our possession driven lifestyles. Why should they? What's wrong with having a little less, and being more thankful for what you have that matters (like a full stomach, a roof over your head, your family and friends?) Why are these things not enough?
It is time we concerned ourselves with the simple, good things in life. It is time once again to take each day we're given as a gift, and be thankful. It is time for us to regain our charitable attitude toward our fellow man. If we don't come together once again as "One Nation Under God," we are very likely to become a house divided that crumbles under the smallest adversity.