I think I was the last person on the planet to admit that perhaps Richard Nixon was guilty. Even after he resigned I wanted to believe he only resigned for the sake of the country.
I don't always like change. I want things to stay how I like them. I don't want to be one of those "the world's going to hell in a hand basket" pessimists. I like to think things will all work out for the best in the long run.
I read the newspaper pretty regularly, if not daily. But I realized yesterday that I was skimming over all the parts I didn't like. All the parts that might cause worry or problems.
Does that make me an ostrich? Perhaps. But sometimes it's mental-survival-mode too.
In my fifty-plus years of living I have learned that most things do work out in the long run. Maybe not perfectly, but the world settles back down and gets on with life.
That's what I'm banking on this time around. (Forgive the pun.)
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