Marriage music non-fiction Poverty

It’s not my cross to bear, or is it?

The Allman Brothers Band sang about it not being my cross to bear. But if not’s mine to bear, then whose is it?

It’s said that Gregg Allman wrote that song about an old girlfriend, and if you read the lyrics it’s quite evident that someone might have been asking too much of someone else. I don’t think I’ve ever been in such a relationship with either of my three wives (I’m twice divorced, just to be sure that none of you think I’m a polygamist). However, there are other relationships that more often than not require us to bear some sort of cross. I’m in one now, and it sucks! 

I posed a question on Facebook: Struggling and happy or miserable and rich? You can probably guess that answers ranged widely. Some folks believe you can be rich and happy, and I’m sure that’s true. But that’s not the point of my question. I’m wanting to know why it seems almost normal for some folks to accept the fact that it’s just the way it was meant to be – for them to struggle all their life, not being truly happy. I think I’ve accepted the cards I’ve been dealt, I’ve never folded, yet. The analogy is that you keep going forward, not backwards, as long as you get a chance to be dealt a new hand every so often. You stay in the game. 

Staying in the game is my plan. And doing so allows me to toss the cards I don’t need. I’m about to toss another one. I’ve been dealt a losing hand, but the luck of the draw keeps me honest. That and writing and music. A full house beats two of a kind, I’m calling that bluff!

Haiti Poverty

Poverty – America’s unspoken natural disaster

Map showing poverty stricken areas of Appalachia
Appalachian poverty

There’s a large population of folks in eastern Kentucky living in poverty and grief. People living in other regions of Appalachia are suffering just as much. A friend of mine experienced such conditions in that area of eastern Kentucky when he was a boy. Luckily, and with God’s grace, he was able to pull himself out of the muck and mire of want and need to become a happy, productive, God-fearing man with a family, a nice home, and a generous and kind heart.

Recently he and I were talking about the earthquake in Haiti and the millions and millions of dollars in aid ($21 million from text messages??) being put into the relief efforts. It was during this conversation that he mentioned the Appalachian region and he and I both wondered why there’s so much pain and suffering in our own country that seems to continuously be overlooked.

I don’t doubt for one second the sincerity of all the folks who’re making donations for the Haitian people, this is a showing of our nations’ caring attitude. It’s noble and good that we should help those in need. It’s right and proper to give to those who have lost everything, God tells us to do good unto others.

I just wish more could be done for the poor here in our own country. If you garden, how about planting an extra row of potatoes or tomatoes this year for your local food pantry. That’s what I’ll be doing.