A blessing to grow up with so little
I consider myself an acute observer, a lifelong student of the human condition. As I look back through the decades of prosperity, when the efforts of all made us stronger, I grasp fully this notion: How lucky were we to have grown up with so little.
My family raised from God’s green earth what we hoped to eat the next season and exchanged with kind neighbors for goods we had not, all bound with the honor of a simple handshake.
It was a time when, as a community, we each knew what we were worth – unlike these days, whereby, sadly, our worthiness is subjected to the heartbreaking power of politics.
Scott G. Hoover