sandman1

Hey guys and gals,I read a lot of negativity about the air lines and pay,status,leaving and how we all take this for granted.even me complaining about how I'm going to get all the hours i need to get hired with lack of money and time at 45 years old.My felt realy selfish when i saw this video.check it out.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sh9OPBx2Ms

Dougdrvr

Yep, everytime I feel really depressed I think back to sleeping in a hole in the ground, full of water, surrounded by people trying to kill me.

jungle

Thanks for posting that. Those of us who have never ventured outside of the US or Western Europe have no idea of what real poverty is and when you see it first hand it will change your world view permanently. We are a very lucky 15% of the world.

sandman1

I wish i had the money the money to give that kid a discovery flight.or maby i do it coudnt cost that much to find a flight school of sort to take him up.

atpwannabe

For the first time....we agree.



atp

atpwannabe

Haven't visited the "deep" outback Appalachian areas of the US lately huh?




atp

jungle

You might want to stay out of Memphis and Louisville. They are some of the finest people on earth, but don't take kindly to outsiders meddling in their affairs.

Dougdrvr

No, but I can't imagine it being worse than watching children fighting like rats for food.

vagabond

Unless you have been in a coma the last year, you know that the economic, credit, housing, foreclosure crisis has wreak serious havoc on many people. It is almost "just news" to read about former middle class people now having to live in their car or tent cities that seem to spring up everywhere. However, this crisis has spread globally and the poor in Third World countries are now even more impoverished. Instead of living on $3 a day, they live on $1 a day.

I was born in a Third World country. The nuns in school used to take us on field trips to visit the squatter areas. There, families built makeshift homes of cardboard and whatever scraps they could find. These houses were put together (constructed is not the right word) one on top of the other, and usually over sewage canals. Whenever there was a storm that caused a flood, these little houses would be washed away, sometimes carrying the occupants with it.

It is a very serious problem. I wonder if it will ever be solved in my lifetime.

Kilgore Trout

One that sticks out in my mind-
We were stopped at a little closet size street market at a town in Southern Iraq, trash in the streets everywhere, really crummy looking town, talking to the shopkeeper as well as we could, and buying candy and strange sodas from him. His tiny little shop was immaculate, and lit brightly, Arabic labeled products lining the shelves.
Out of the night walks a man toward us, obviously having a hard time walking.
He came up to us, smiling wide, saying "friend, friend" as well as he could, and pointed to a small design on his ragged sweatshirt. Hard to see at night, but if you got close, you could see it was a small American flag embroidered there.
I'd thought as he walked toward us that he was an old man, but up close- he was much younger than me, probably late 20's. He had some kind of degenerative muscle disease, or perhaps polio, was my thought. Maybe some condition that could be treated, or at least eased a bit here in the States with all our medical resources. We did our best to talk to him, and the other Iraqi men, and spread a few dollars around for more candy.
We stayed a little longer, but it was not a real friendly area, when we pulled out, later on someone yelled "Go Home!" really loudly over the sound of the humvees. We kept driving through the night.
I realized how lucky I was that night to have been given the life I have. I also realized that we have brothers and sisters, not by birth, or citizenship, or politics, or religion, but through the heart, in the most unlikely places. I hope that man is doing okay in his little town as I sit here comfortable, safe, and healthy, in mine.