The
world is a terrible place. Everyone is saying it. The world is
violent and immoral. Goodness and virtue are being attacked on all
fronts. Life is terrifying and dangerous. It is all a symptom of
these modern times. It is enough to make one long for the good old
days when life was easier, people were kinder, and the world was a
safer place.
But
if what you want is easier, kinder, and safer I have great news for
you: you are living in the good old days.
If
I had a time machine and a jumbo bottle of Listerine, I could become
a minor deity in the average medieval village. I could make people
not stink, relieve mouth sores, reduce dysentery, and make more women
survive childbirth. If I took Listerine and a bottle of bleach, I
would change their world. I could end plagues, prevent the loss of
livestock, and make their clothes sparkling clean. Right up until I
ran out of bleach and mouthwash I would be hailed as a hero. Then I
would probably be burned as a witch but that has less to do with my
miracle potions and more to do with my big mouth. If you were the
witch burning type, I’m pretty sure that I would be an
irresistible target.
It
gets better. I am a reader– I am an unrepentant book girl.
Luckily for me I live in an era where female literacy is the highest
it has ever been. There is good news for men, too. You can now read
and study the scriptures in a language you know and understand. You
do not rely on some chosen messenger to disseminate bits of scripture
and interpret them as he chooses. We can write, too. We can write
banal texts or beautiful love notes or scathing letters to the editor
demanding that kids stay off our lawn. But you do not have to go back
many centuries to find those who would be our peers who could do
neither.
Knowledge
is more accessible than it has ever been. We are just a few centuries
away from the invention of the printing press. We marinade daily in
an ever changing mix of knowledge and entertainment. I can read
ancient philosophers. I can look at copies of ancient texts. I can
follow the most cutting edge research. I can get news about what is
happening half the world away as it happens. Most importantly, I can
fake a sudden attack of whatever I come up with and spend a whole
weekend watching Arrested Development. In my bed.
Children
mostly grow up. They do not succumb to diarrhea that we can treat
with a midnight trip to Wal-mart. They do not get polio. While there
are still children in developing countries who face these very real
dangers, we continue to move towards childhood being the safest it
has ever been. In most countries you will find children at school or
lounging about the house or being chauffeured to an activity. The do
not work in factories being maimed or killed. In fact, we get to
worry about our children becoming lazy. We worry that they have too
much leisure. We do not worry that they will not come home from the
mine.
We
are more comfortable than any age before us. We have central heat and
air. We have heated car seats. We have memory foam mattresses that
feel like a daily miracle. I can get laughing gas for a dental
cleaning (I have been very upfront about what a wuss I am –
feel free to judge). We can eat fruit that doesn’t grow near
us. We can buy dinner if we don’t want to make it. Someone even
figured out how to make knit denim. We may never have to actually get
dressed again. And I can buy that knit denim from my house wearing a
micro plush bathrobe.
The
world is definitely safer and easier than it has ever been. But what
about kindness? People make bombs out of appliances to kill little
boys. People don’t know their neighbors. There is bullying on
the news.
I
believe the world is a kinder place than it has ever been. A few
generations ago it would have been ok to say unspeakably ugly things
to my beautiful nephew. People could look at his skin and decide what
he could be, who he could talk to. But now he is not a word but a
person. He is free to outperform your kid at school (and he does). He
can pick who he is. I can speak as a woman and expect to be treated
respectfully. I get to annoy my fellow humans with my opinions. We
expect more, not less, kindness towards those that are different than
we ever have.
When
kindness fails, when evil strikes and breaks our hearts, we see again
and again that people are deeply kind. Strangers make tourniquets and
hold the suffering. Casualties are avoided because of the quick
actions of people who, at the core of them, were just brave and kind.
People select professions where the put themselves into harm’s
way to save others. School kids raise money to help kids is need. We
may have a million differing views on how to be good and kind. But
most people are.
So
welcome my friend to the good old days. It isn’t perfect but
it’s great. We can keep making it better. I believe we will
because most of us are good and kind.
I am me. I live at my house with my husband and kids. Mostly because I have found that people
get really touchy if you try to live at their house. Even after you explain that their towels are
fluffier and none of the cheddar in their fridge is green.
I teach Relief Society and most of the sisters in the ward are still nice enough to come.