It’s been a rough few month, economically, for the Hillbilly household with intermittent work and little money. After today, I thank God for the adversity and the opportunity to approach the holiday season differently. With little money and most Christmas gifts being given this year of the home made variety, I can avoid this.
A Wal-Mart worker died after being trampled when hundreds of shoppers smashed through the doors of a Long Island store Friday morning, police and witnesses said.
The 34-year-old worker, employed as an overnight stock clerk, tried to hold back the unruly crowds just after the Valley Stream store opened at 5 a.m.
Witnesses said the surging throngs of shoppers knocked the man down. He fell and was stepped on. As he gasped for air, shoppers ran over and around him. […]
Read the rest via the link above. Avarice knows no bounds. I can’t imagine anything is worth this; the sheer lack of regard for other human beings in pursuit of things that tomorrow will be old fashioned is beyond my understanding. If killing someone in pursuit of saving a buck is worth it, please don’t ever ever ever say another word against the war against terror.
For some reason I’m reminded of an old song we used to sign in church when I was much younger. The only phrase I can remember at this point is: “A piece of bread will buy a bag of gold…”
I may not have much gold but I know how to bake bread, on an open fire if necessary. I count my blessings and thank God for the knowledge to do these things because that bag of gold will provide no nourishment nor fill my stomach when it’s empty.
Yes, indeed, we may be having rough times in the hillbilly household and I thank God for them. We have food, shelter, and knowledge to provide for ourselves, in hard times as well as good. Life is good when you have these things. Everything else is just… nothing that really matters.