“Before 70 we are merely respected at best and we have to behave all the time. But after 70 we are respected, esteemed, admired, and revered and don’t have to behave unless we want to” – Mark Twain
We humans are a strange species. We have to learn over and over what it means to be human.
I’m learning. Transporting poor people with a wide range of physical and emotional problems is the teacher.
The grandmother raising the 12 year old autistic grandson.
The 42 year old single mother on dialysis.
The many coping with cancer. Pain. Treatments.
Just a few examples.
All living in various degrees of poverty.
For these people, the dominant dynamic is pain. Physical and emotional. 24/7.
This can be an overwhelming environment.
How do these people cope?
What drives them to march on?
It’s been my experience that they all remain optimistic and frame their condition with the right perspective.
They embrace life. Not the suffering.
It could be worse.
I’m on this side of the dirt.
And so on.
Maybe that’s what it means to be human.
At least to some.
“It seems like there is something out there before you get to it”