I recently received this link and was asked to comment on the op-ed posted. I read the article, and I ruminated for some time... and the thoughts came... like molten magma through a deep fissure in the earth's crust, they burst forth in red-hot fury. But, I digress. Let me take you back, way back to a time before most of us lost our sense.
The time was 1933. The country was at the depths of the Great Depression. No one argued the need to get the people, and the economy back on it's feet anymore. Everyone was effected in one way or the other. Some lost great fortunes; some made great fortunes. Some just lost grip of the tenuous hold on life that they had. People were actually starving in the middle of New York City and Chicago. From this time of terrible suffering, we learned many lessons. However, most of them are long forgotten.
One of the lessons that was burned into the memory of those unfortunate enough to live through this time is that: we can make it through the most difficult times if we work together and care for each other personally. Another great lesson was: at a certain point it doesn't matter how a person got to where they are; they are there now. We now have the duty to help them.
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