Photo by Doris Bachert
Somewhere in Michigan a tree is growing with my parents' ashes feeding its roots. My cousin sent me this photograph of that tree the other day on the occasion of my last uncle's memorial service.
We all pass. We know that, though we seldom live like we know it. Every day is precious, but few days may feel precious.
All too often, almost by habit, we are focused on what we don't have as opposed to what we do have. Here on the richest nation on earth, we have less than five percent of the world's population but roughly 25 percent of its economic wealth.
We're going through what we consider a hard time, but we don't know hard times. Every day of the week, I find out about new entrepreneurial ventures, where people are launching companies designed to make things better.
In the time it's taken to write this brief post, 1,000 new humans have been born, 49 of them here in the U.S. Those 49 are the lucky ones.
The other 951? That is the central question we all need to be considering.
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