The two good things about being freaked out over finances while also living in a mean, mean age pockmarked by war and poverty is that you may suddenly know niceness when you see it, and you may see the potential for poverty being a virtue.
Two things happened recently that served as smelling salts to my disheartened self. The first, a nice guy died. The second, my mother came for a visit.
Be nice. We demand that of our children. When they ask why there are wars, we explain to them that it’s because some people aren’t nice and that these mean people are fighting over money and power.