We have almost all heard people lament the days when they didn't have to lock their doors, or rather lament that those days are no longer with us.
But it really is true. People, places were safer 40 years ago.
I spent a few years hitching when I was 16-18 years old and covered over 100,000 miles discovering North America. Never a scintilla of fear entered my body that whole time. I went everywhere and anywhere, anytime. I found myself stranded at night outdoors in Wyoming when the temp dropped to 30 below zero, and the world took care of me providing a motel willing to let me crash in the lobby, and just in time before I risked losing fingers.
On one occasion I met up with a couple of guys in Kansas and traveled with them all the way to WA state where I invited them both to stay in my homestead cabin along the edge of the Green River. During our journey one of the guys confessed to having just left FL where he had killed his wife. (I don't remember exactly what circumstances made that seem less than a horrific violent act) The other confessed he used to smuggle hash into Germany via Greece just for the adrenaline rush. Yet never once did I ever have the slightest fear that these guys were dangerous to me.
Was I a foolish youth? Probably. But I felt safe and I was safe.
has the world changed and become more dangerous? Or have we changed? And do we have the power to be safe in an unsafe world based merely on how we approach the world without succumbing to fear?
But it really is true. People, places were safer 40 years ago.
I spent a few years hitching when I was 16-18 years old and covered over 100,000 miles discovering North America. Never a scintilla of fear entered my body that whole time. I went everywhere and anywhere, anytime. I found myself stranded at night outdoors in Wyoming when the temp dropped to 30 below zero, and the world took care of me providing a motel willing to let me crash in the lobby, and just in time before I risked losing fingers.
On one occasion I met up with a couple of guys in Kansas and traveled with them all the way to WA state where I invited them both to stay in my homestead cabin along the edge of the Green River. During our journey one of the guys confessed to having just left FL where he had killed his wife. (I don't remember exactly what circumstances made that seem less than a horrific violent act) The other confessed he used to smuggle hash into Germany via Greece just for the adrenaline rush. Yet never once did I ever have the slightest fear that these guys were dangerous to me.
Was I a foolish youth? Probably. But I felt safe and I was safe.
has the world changed and become more dangerous? Or have we changed? And do we have the power to be safe in an unsafe world based merely on how we approach the world without succumbing to fear?
~ Bob DylanMona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine
An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that
But then again, there’s only one I’ve met
An’ he just smoked my eyelids
An’ punched my cigarette”