We Are All on the Same Bus
I sometimes think of this country I live in as being like a bus, and it seems like the bus is heading straight for a cliff at high speed and nobody can do anything about it. It is an unsettling thought. But perhaps a very useful one as a thought tool. Suppose you are riding on a bus and some disaster strikes--perhaps a flood, earthquake, or huge snowfall--and you are trapped on the bus for a very long time and you need to work together to survive. What would you do? Would you refuse to work with or help someone because they didn’t agree with your political or religious beliefs? Or because of their income level, race, ethnicity, or gender? I think most people in these circumstances would drop their differences and work for the good of everyone. If someone is hungry, we would feed them. If someone is having an anxiety attack, we would try to calm them down. We might not like everybody on the bus, or approve of them—but w...
