Passing Strangers

I need to say that never in my entire life have I felt more that our country is full of strangers. I wonder, “What can I do?” about anything? The feeling is as if I were just moments ago born naked and spanked that first time and I am taking a first look at a homeland I don’t understand, but this time, I am no tender, open innocent. How to control my anxiety? I took my hits in my past life. I can see more hits coming now, but I have no idea in which direction to fend. I have some resources at my disposal, but I don’t know what I or those I love will need and so I have no idea what aid I can share with passing strangers.

In the media, there are many, many agitated reports, but I haven’t yet had my own first, personal experience of – the shredder. My personal attackers may never materialize, but the more I think about these times in the United States, the heavier my heart gets. I hope all the recent-times pop-talk of love continues now, and that the tender feelings that were the source of all the past public expressions of affection morph into future acts of at least kindness, consideration and patience, and even risk, and yes, extend to passing strangers.