I live in an old folks home. It is called "assisted living"..
A short time ago, as we remember it, we were independent, real people, who earned a living, kept a house, fed ourselves and our children our grandchildren even. We dressed ourselves, we drove, we shopped, we went to movies, even R rated ones if we chose.
Now we merely gather three times a day and someone prepares and brings us food. It is like magic. We sit, and food magically appears on the table before us. We don't have to think how that happens...usually. What humans are back there in the kitchen serving up breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
What if...those humans, being human, have events small or large, that prevent their coming to feed US? What if they are busy feeding themselves or their children? What happens to US? Alas, today we found out.
Only ONE cook and ONE servers showed up to feed the EIGHTY of us. You know what happened...coffee cups remained unfilled, some people got oatmeal and some got nothing, waits were interminable. So eighty of us, who used to take care of ourselves and others, were suddenly HELPLESS. HEAVENS! Without a waiter we may starve.
So what happened?
Some waited patiently and said nothing. I am proud to say I was silent, though just how patient I was, I will not state. Others grumbled and complained loudly. "That table was served, and we have nothing." And one even got up and walked into the kitchen to complain to the cook. That did no good, complaining to the cook who DID show up, about the cook that DID NOT. Just slowed things even more.
Eventually everyone got something to eat...I think. But the morning adventure made me think...how helpless we are, we who once were able to take care of ourselves and others. We who ran the utilities, the airlines, fought the wars, governed the nation, can scarcely find our own food.
Those of you who are living normal lives, scraping together a living, micro waving your frozen dinners, savor your independence. Send not to know for whom the bells toll... they toll for thee.