Life . . . it’s all about perspective, isn’t it? I have a question for the “Occupy” protesters at Wall Street . . .
Have you ever spent three and a half days in the wilderness? I have. On more than one occasion, I have spent a week.
One of my favorite memories: Just three summers ago, on a 35 mile hike to Kings Peak with our Scout troop, I caught my limit in fish almost every day. Cleaned it. Cooked it. Cleaned up afterwards. Every morning, I used a hole in the ground for my privy. I bathed in an ice-cold stream. Slept on the hard ground. Woke up in the middle of the night shivering. Woke up stiff and sore 5 days in a row. Carried a 49 pound pack the entire way. Thankfully, it got lighter each day as we ate the food we brought. But I had a serious nose bleed because of the altitude. And I sprained my knee and limped for the last two days.
Yet, it was one of the best times of my life. I loved it. The best fishing I have ever had! I would live up there if it wasn’t for cold winters and blizzards and snow so deep you can’t go anywhere.
Take this on for perspective:
Yeah. Entitlement. Isn’t it wonderful? Don’t misunderstand me . . . I don’t have a problem with protests, or exercising free speech. Those are constitutional rights. The protestors can say what they wish. They can believe what they wish. My whole concern is over what we have become as a nation. Are we a nation of people who think we are entitled to the great blessings and riches we enjoy? We are the richest nation on earth. There has NEVER been a nation in the history of the world who has had so much.
My goal in life is to make sure my kids don’t grow up to be spoiled brats. I want them to understand that they are very blessed. God has been good to us. Far better than we deserve.
So far, I think I am doing OK with their education. Time will tell.