By Freida Marie Crump
The Coonridge Digest
Greetings from the Ridge.
Herb and I have a great doctor. The little rascal can out-diagnose the best and he keeps up to date on the latest tonics, pills, and potions. If the paperwork doesn’t kill him we plan to keep the guy forever.
But there’s one malady I’ve contracted that even the town’s finest physician can’t cure. After a long weary year of wars, epidemics, tyrants, and weather, I’ve been left with a severe case of helplessness. Perhaps you feel the same way . . . the Middle East, Ebola, the Ukraine, Iraq, Afghanistan. . . the worrisome beat goes on. Americans have long prided themselves on the ability to look at a problem, figure out a way to solve it then get‘er done. More and more we find ourselves feeling powerless and even vulnerable as the world seems to be spinning out of control.