Receive, Lord, all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my whole will. You have given me all that I have, all that I am, and I surrender all to your divine will, that you dispose of me. Give me only your love and your grace. With this I am rich enough, and I have no more to ask.
The problem with generations is that their ends are not easily defined but their experiences are easily remembered. We are the sons and daughters of the generation that fought against communism and for social justice. Turns out the costs were almost too high as the country spent the better part of the 60s being ripped apart and only to be on the financial brink during the 70s.
Rich Cohen makes the best case for how we can “Save Ferris.” The only way is to stop being the crazy helicopter parents for the world, narcissists pop stars, and trust fund families. Give people space to live life, have fun, make mistakes, but most of all learn for their own. Take the time and read it. It’ll make you feel better or maybe not.
That is, we are the last Americans to have the old-time childhood, wherein you were assigned a bully along with a homeroom teacher. Our childhood was closer to those of the 1950s than to whatever they’re doing today. It was coherent, hands-on, dirty, and fun.