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A hope note

Is the sky falling? Four occasions in my three score and (almost) seven years have made me wonder.
First was the Cuban missile crisis in October 1962, when for a week or so we feared that nuclear war between the United States and the Soviet Union was imminent. I wrote my parents from college to tell them my plans should Armageddon come.
Second was the year 1968, when it felt like the world convulsed. Assassinations, an escalating war in Vietnam taking millions of lives and zero confidence that government officials were telling the truth or doing the right thing marked the end of America as we knew it.
Third was Sept. 11, 2001, and its aftermath, when we had no idea whether or when the terrorism that had come to America would abate.
Fourth was the year 2008. Deceit, swindling, avarice and ineptitude at the highest levels threw global markets into chaos. Many lost their lifetime investments, jobs or homes. Many more lost faith that those in power care about anything other than gilding their lilies.
What if Armageddon does come? What if this year the economy continues to tank and we enter a second Great Depression?
What’s better, to wring our hands and run around crying, ‘The sky is falling! The sky is falling!’ or to nurture our relationships with our family and our friends and defiantly affirm that we will get through this together?
What’s better, to pull the shades and turn out the lights and curse the gods that be and get really cynical, or defiantly assert that this too shall pass and we together will overcome anything that happens to us?
Happy new year.