Speaking of the world’s most dangerous places, I found this interesting tidbit on Forbes.com:
Yup.
Here’s a list that doesn’t name South Africa at all, but the U.S. makes the list, with this description of our beloved country:
“As a quick convenience store run in the nite will reveal to anyone, this is a dangerous country. The people are heavily armed, & prone to random outbursts of violence. Not a good combination.”
Yup to that, too.
At the same time, I usually feel pretty safe. Or at least, I did, until I discovered the government Megan’s Law database of sexual predators, and discovered that there are two sexual predators living just down the street from me!
When I was eighteen or nineteen, my then boyfriend gave me a children’s book called Never Satisfied as a gift. On each page of the book, the narrator keeps complaining to his friend that “nothing ever happens around here.” Meanwhile, in the background, the readers watch as somebody starts throwing animals and furniture–a couch, a piano–out of the second story window of a building. The narrator never gets it, never sees all the exciting things happening all around him. Rather, he just keeps complaining that life is boring. I got the gentle message that Tommy was sending, that I was so focused on the life I *wanted*, on my goals and dreams, that I never got around to appreciating the life I already had.
