When you’re 40licious, it’s likely that you have been many places. I’m lucky to have a list of countries I’ve visited on at least two hands, maybe three or even four if I remember hard enough. I didn’t have a corporate job for most of my life so that I could travel where and when I wanted. Now, it feels like I have a corporate job so I CAN go these places — and have a paycheck waiting for me at home.
Either way, the best thing you get from travel, besides tiny bottles of shampoo with Hebrew writing, besides a batik sarong, besides notebooks filled with scribbling from breakfast at a beautifully tiled cafe, is perspective.
I want us to be a big-hearted country. I want us to take care of our own. To make sure that nobody has to choose between going to the doctor or paying their rent. To understand that a pocket full of money isn’t the end game — rather, it’s where it goes, it’s how we help each other, it’s how we make the world a sweeter place during the time that we’re here.
Tonight, I want to leave my job and take care of orphans. Or wipe off the wounds of Untouchables. Or cradle a baby dying of AIDS. Maybe that’s the least I could do. Maybe the most I could do would be to help shape policy to help make it better for people who aren’t as lucky as I am.
I voted for Barak Obama in hopes that he would spur people to think less of themselves, and more of us as brothers and sisters.
But maybe I gave a job to someone else that I should be doing myself.
I don’t know how to make it better for the society’s wretches. Welcoming any suggestions.