It's happening, slowly but surely. I'm watching with creeping dread, and wondering how we'll hold on. I remember reading about the Great Depression, seeing the black and white photos, and pondering what parents did. Now I know. I thought it was just me, and now as I share my struggles with my friends, all of us appear to be in the same place. Cars falling further behind on maintenance, bills creeping further behind, and a haunting sense of desperation as personal crises become more and more untenable.
How then do we offer hope to our children, when the outstanding balances are twice what the check is, when the water's been cut off this week, and the power's close behind? I'm no creature of extravagance, having adopted a frugal lifestyle two years ago as the tide of the economy began to turn, attempting to stave off what was coming. No car payment, no jaunts to the pub, no fancy electronic toys, yet other bills rush to take their place. How then do I fight the creeping horror that threatens to engulf my very concept of tomorrow? Suits with fat fingers crush fat cigars with self congratulatory smiles as they spend more money then I'll ever see in my life, and I'm counting quarters to cop some mac and cheese to feed my beautiful brood for one more night. Sing to me beautiful cliches of bright tomorrows to drift to sleep on tonight, to find reason to wake another morning. I'm afraid I'm all out of hope. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
