2 posts tagged “happy”
Abortion is one of those things that I feel is a defining struggle for our time. Strong feelings exist on both sides of the debate, but for me it all comes down to the simple principle that no person should be denied the right to draw their first breath.
Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness...is their order an accident? I think not. Happiness can only be pursued in an atmosphere of liberty (from government, from tyranny, from discrimination). Liberty cannot be said to exist unless all are given equal rights under the law, and the foremost of these is the right to life.
Piddling questions of when life begins are irrelevant. Should we not err on the side of caution when dealing with such great matters as the life of a potential being? A being that if left to develop will only die from disease, defect or man's intervention. When weighed against the limitless potential of a human life these three instances are trifling obstacles. Always err on the side of life.
Due to a phone request from W, I have shaken off my lethargy to write a post and share with you my unique and utterly incontrovertible viewpoints on life.
Actually, it's unfair of me to call myself lethargic for not posting
recently. In truth, I have been very active this past week.
Last Saturday I traveled down to Gulfport, Mississippi to take part in
the annual Americorps Build-a-Thon.
In case you missed it, they had a hurricane down there a while ago
called Katrina that caused quite a bit of damage. The prognosis
is not good. Thousands of homes destroyed or uninhabitable,
thousands of people displaced, and dollars untold in damage.
Rebuilding is not an option, obviously. It is a mandate.
But this is made difficult because of the sheer amount of work to be
done. Further, this is a great opportunity for contractors
because of the high demand for their services. But where are they
going to work? Where the money is, of course, and that is not in
the hands of people who couldn't afford decent homes before
Katrina. So what's the answer?
The answer, dear friends, is good old American volunteerism.
This past week I was engaged in one of the most-needed ongoing
volunteer efforts in the country. Thousands of people from all
walks of life have passed through Louisiana, Mississippi, et al. and
donated their time and talents to help those who through misfortune and
circumstance are unable to afford a decent place to live. That's
what Americans do when they see their countrymen knocked about...it's a
hand up, not a handout, in case there were any doubts about how I could
support something like this with my conservative leanings.
Helping people who need it goes beyond politics and into the realm of human obligation.
As part of my service in Americorps (which is kind of like Peace Corps
for America [Also, strangely, a suggestion from W as I floundered about
following graduation last year]) I have been involved with Habitat for
Humanity as a Volunteer and Construction Coordinator. It's
rewarding work, but also draining. This week was a welcome
vacation from the familiar sites of my own affiliate.
The goal for the past week was to build 20 houses. With 600
people from all over the country, it went much better than I thought it
would. My team completed our house, as did our neighbor.
Most other houses got through to finishing the tar-paper and
siding. It was something to see, and I was filled with an intense
satisfaction and happiness that I have felt very few times in my
life.
I thought a lot this week on what my service means to me. I came
to a couple interesting conclusions. Firstly, I think it's
important for people to engage in some sort of service in order to
understand better the human condition. It's not just about a
bullet on the resume or appeasing your own vanity. That's
key. What I did this week was help someone I've never met or
spoken to in my life, and who I will most likely never see again.
I did it for no other reason than to help. I get nothing from it
in terms of material compensation. I think that the central
aspect to this service is that I diminished myself and served a
larger, nobler purpose. It was not in the slightest about me,
though there were many thanks and much appreciation from the
homeowners. It's good for somebody like me, who suffers from his
fair share of vanity.
A second point I made to myself, and which we share with you, is the
sincere camaraderie that developed between those of us working towards
this common goal. We were all there to serve this Good Thing and
our politics or religion or race or social class didn't matter at
all. The feeling for me was overwhelmingly positive and I know
that in years to come I will look back fondly on the people with whom I
served. I hope they shall do the same.
Thinking about the week, the service, and the difference I helped make
overwhelms me somewhat. I am glad this is not a speech or my
voice would perhaps start to hitch. At the beginning of my
service I thought it was all cotton-candy nonsense when people would
get choked up about this, but I understand better now. It's so
huge, and to be a part of it is so deeply fulfilling. I'm not
sure if I could have understood it without doing it.
From the article:
Neither did I. My inner cynic has a black eye.George Sauls said he was shocked at how many people wanted to help his and other families on the Coast.
"All these people giving their time and their lives, it was totally out of my realm of belief," said Sauls. "I didn't know there were that many people in the world like that."
I'll close with an appeal: If you are searching for something that eludes you, if you have a hole somewhere that success doesn't fill, if you are compelled, if you are bored, if you are driven, if you are rich, if you are poor, if you are uneducated or a doctor...serve others. Do it once in your life, serve without expecting reward. Do something big, or do something small. Just do it and don't think about how it will help you down the road or whether it makes you look better. Help somewhere. Then maybe this post won't seem so overblown.