My husband and I drive a jeep that probably gets less than 25 mpg. I don't know how to ride a bicycle, and we are both too old anyway.
Obviously I would not want my friends and family (who usually read my letters in the paper) to think I am being hypocritical. So my poem (that doesn't rhyme very well) was misunderstood by Mr. Kaplan (Our Readers Write, March 19).
What I was trying to do - in a lighthearted way - was to show the complexity of the problem of our dependence on oil. Riding a bicycle is obviously not an option for most of us, especially here in the Gorge. This is a line from an email I sent to my son in New York on Wednesday:
"Here is a poem that was published in the paper this morning. It is a serious comment on how dependent we all are on oil. Most of us would choose the SUV."
I'm sorry I didn't preface the poem with this explanation before I sent it in.
WINGS is a great local organization which helps young men who were either in foster care or homeless return to school and learn life skills that enable them to become valued members of their community.
These young men work hard and are dedicated to seeing that each job begun is done well. I was very impressed last year when the men and their crew leader worked for us. I encourage anyone needing help with landscaping, yard cleanup, painting, cleaning gutters, etc., to consider them for the job.
Checking their website today, I discovered that WINGS is in need of good tools for work, and household items for their home. They are looking for wheelbarrows, cleaning supplies, smoke detectors, hand tools, ladders and many other items.
Please visit their website, www.getwings.net, to make a donation or see what items you may be able to provide.
How ill can we be? Before we wake up? Correct me, you dear educators now, please now if I am wrong.
Do our children suffer when we bicker? So, learning from us no solutions because we have not shared with our parents, two parents, or one?
And parents their experiences that work together as one or separate us and leave us alone; without a road map; leading us far away from each other, not knowing how to care.
Never learning to love ourselves so that we can love another person; asking first how can I love you? Love is not a dirty word. So, do we bury ourselves shovel-full by shovel-full, never knowing the strength of a guide? Never to know a friend in the one who gave us life. Never knowing how much our Father cares.
Stop the deception; the fear we are not loved; all deception of we will and know the truths of love and freedom.