My mom faced a rough week while I was there, both as a result of the things that you would normally expect in the wake of the death of a spouse, as well as things that you would not. She's a remarkably strong person who reminds me of the 'Pioneer Woman' represented in a famous statue in Ponca City. After one particularly long day, I headed back to my room at 10:30, completely exhausted, but left my mom still carrying on with her household chores (caring for the many dogs and cats she has rescued over the years) well after midnight. She has a resilience that I'm afraid that I have not yet developed. I hope that her resilience continues to serve her, however, as she is now facing several enormous challenges as she adjusts to a life without her husband.
In Ponca City I ran into other people facing plenty of hardship as well. A jar sat on a counter of a pizza place in an attempt to raise money for an employee's medical attention. I watched two young women trying to come up with just $4 between them to pay for a prescription co-payment at the Walmart pharmacy--they ended up walking away because they didn't have the cash. I saw several young teenagers with babies, including a 15-year-old daughter of one of my mom's former employees. How they survive in an economy as bleak as Ponca's is a mystery to me. I also spent a lot of time listening to and watching CNN and the other cable news stations while I was there. Though I was already aware of the growing animosity to Obama and his plans for healthcare reform, I was shocked by how truly vicious some Americans have become in their opposition. There has never been this much division in American society during my adult life, and I worry about where it's all going to lead.
On my flight back to Australia I felt a little like I was escaping both my family's problems and the nation's. Life here in Brisbane is very good on many levels. And, I guess the price I'm going to pay for this good life is living with the guilt.
2 comments:
Your perceptions about things in America are so interesting to me. I feel out of touch. For example, I got some very angry reactions when I posted that pro-healthcare status update that was going around on Facebook.
To me, giving everyone access to healthcare seems like the humanitarian thing to do. Others seem to think you need to work for things (ie, no freeloaders). But, what if, work is not available? What if you fall unexpectedly on hard times? Is there no safety net?
I do think America has been divided for a good long while. Red states and blue states.
I'm really behind on my blog reading, but I had to comment on your insights.
I think you're spot on. The divisiveness that's occurring in the Sates, and has been for many years, is something I bring up every time some asks me when we're moving back. It's not a place I want my kids to grow up in, and that makes me sad sometimes. I also don't understand the stance of many on healthcare - how can it be a privilege and not a right?
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