“I have five deteriorating discs in my back. I tried to pick something up at work a few years back, and I heard a pop. I’d worked all my life up until then, but now I can’t. It messes with your psyche. You can’t be the man of the house anymore. You have to depend on your wife. You can’t play with your kids the way your dad played with you. Honestly, this is my second time out of the house in ten days. And not to rush your process or anything, but it hurts to stand here.”
Slow Roll - The Dreaded Post
I’ve been dreading writing this post, because there are really no words to describe it. Whatever I write will inevitably fall short, but I’m going to do it anyway because if I don’t write this post I might as well shut down the blog.
…so I did the Slow Roll a few weeks ago, and it was one of the best experiences of my life.
This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people… . This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.
Look at all this stuff!
