These thoughts of mine have come about because of the crisis of the oil spill in the gulf. The air we breathe, the water we drink, life from the earth which sustains us should seem to be high priority when decisions are made that affect our population’s safety and preservation. I am hopeful thatour consumer-based society will morph into one whose actions embrace economic bounty and prosperity, with the entrepreneurial willingness to do things differently, more efficiently, and thoughtfully. I trust the creative intelligence of man, and I believe that there is a solution to each and every problem, if we only allow, with open arms and an open heart, our minds to go where they have never gone before. That, in fact, is how we have come from the caveman experiencing that first spark which led to fire to today’s medical miracles and technical advances where, seemingly, there is no end of discovery.
Going on a Coastal Breeze News assignment the other morning, though, changed my melancholy thoughts concerning the priorities of our society to one of gladness. My assignment was to drive to East Naples to the Habitat of Humanity community and develop a story regarding the volunteer efforts of some of Marco Island’s realtors. With a tendency to take the long way, go the back roads, and get lost wherever I go, I finally found Regal Acres, a Habitat of Humanity enclave with a lake, peaceful space andhomes built with grit, sweat and hope. Right away, I noticed dozens of people scurrying around in red shirts, hot and dirty, laying sod, spreading mulch, and even telling jokes. Every person I spoke to truly appreciated this opportunity to volunteer, to assist in bettering another’s life. These Marco Islanders wanted to do something where money was not involved. They wanted to give of themselves. And they were doing it gladly.
Driving home I started thinking of my family and friends, the Costello’s, Prokups, Rimes, Gewirtzs, and all others in my life who are sincerely and totally good. And of their friends who are like-minded: as the world turns the goodness spreads and continues.
From Albert Einstein, “Our separation from each other is an optical illusion of consciousness.” And from Marianne Williamson, in The Healing of America, “Our long-term good – indeed, our survival as a species – depends on our finding our way past thought forms of conflict and separation to thought forms of peace and love. It is in that field beyond our differences where we find God. Let us go there and pray together: “Dear God, please heal America.”