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I love where I live. We have been here in Bellingham since we moved here in 2008, and the years have flown by, with the speed definitely picking up lately. Is it because I'm older, or is it because of some other unknown factor? It seems I barely make it through the weekend and it's already the middle of the week. Did someone change the rules? Are there still seven days in each week?
I have to remember to pay more attention to each day, each moment of my life, so that I don't get blindsided by events seeming to occur more and more often. My birthday is right around the corner now, and I've barely had enough time to get used to having had the last one.
But it could be worse: I might end up being one of those people I see every day on the streets: you know the ones without a home, without any place to go when they awake from a restless sleep on the sidewalk. I'll bet time doesn't fly by for them, as they must endure the heat or cold without any ability to escape their misery. And there are more of them all the time. Will I one day be one of them?
Probably not. I have a monthly income from Social Security and annuities from my working days. But if rent continues to increase at the rate it did last year, I could also end up on the street. It's not inconceivable. Perhaps most of those I see every day didn't think it would happen to them. Our social safety net has developed huge holes in it, and as the population has increased, places for the marginalized among us are disappearing at an alarming rate. I'm not only scared for them, but for what it means in the larger sense for the world.
Although I try to stay positive, there is little I can do in the short term, other than to give some small amount to the food bank or the local homeless shelter. And try not to look away. This problem belongs to everyone. What do you think we can do to help?