I wonder why there are so many broken people when the world if full of good intentions. Many parents are dedicated to the best preparation for their childrens' success in life. Educators provide the tools for knowledge growth and future careers. Books abound for positive thinking and meaningful lives. Yet, everywhere around us, people are broken.
I use the word "broken," because the popular myth is that those who cannot adapt well to the demands of this world and live in misery may be fixed. Give them the proper medicin, the right psychotherapy and the right environment and miracles happen. The truth is, some things cannot be fixed. Repaired perhaps, but not fixed.
My generation seems to be squeezed from two directions when Alzheimers comes to visit from the parents and broken dreams return home with the children. This economy adds to the stress by not providing adquate resources to help sort out the pieces that will lead to recovery for all three: the parents, the children and the caregiver in the middle.
Support groups? The person in the middle is likely holding on with their fingernails to one or two jobs as it is to support the medical needs of those family members who have no where else to turn. Is there support to pay the additional medical bills for family members without insurance? Is there support to help with the increased household expenses from a suddenly expanded family at a time when retirement was on the horizon?
I look around and see my neighbor with two returned sons with their wives and children bulging out her retirement home. I think one finally found employment. They are not lazy; their jobs in construction ended, and none opened. I listen to my friend who spends her days with her ailing parents because they have no funds to bring help into their home to help with her mother, afflicted with Alzheimers.
I've lost contact with a friend who was struggling with her own demons, some left over from a broken youth and the present stress of two children serving in Iraq, multiple tours of duty. Her coping strategies were not working, and she pulled away in miles and other ways from friends and activities that might benefit her.
Another friend picked up her adult son, who lost everything in the economic downturn, from a foreign country where he was dying. He is now a stranger in her home, a broken person who was a high powered executive and now sees no reason to live. She doesn't recognize this stranger that was born to her and is full of rage because she rescued him from certain death.
When there are so many broken people in my immediate circle, the swelling homeless here and abroad, and alternative schools for children unable to cope with regular classrooms, it seems that we must be doing something wrong. In this age of technological excess and scientific wonder, how is it that the basic unit of living, the people in our home and our community, live in such stressful circumstances? Why are so many broken?
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