Things are heating up. It’s 91 degrees here right now, and we’ve moved from outdoor chores to the pleasant cool of our house. The hideous House bill has moved into the Senate where more heating up is occurring. The more I read about it, the more I grieve for our people. This republic has been sustained through major events, wars, storms, droughts, and a revolution. Problems have been dealt with, compassionate legislation has made some personal difficulties solvable by bringing aid at critical times to communities, industries, individuals, and families whose livelihoods and lives have been upended by natural events. Those safeguards are less available at present, and problems haven’t stopped just because help has become problematic. Other countries have envied and emulated our acts of conscience; the way the U.S. has provided support and funds to help with cleanup, nutrition, housing, and medical aid following natural disasters. Not only were this country’s difficulties being addressed, but aid to other countries for similar events was available. The changing attitudes of our leadership, the egregious lack of compassion is stunning. A country I’ve always viewed proudly for its attention to the welfare of the poor, the challenged, the children, and the elderly, has in mere months steered the focus from the needs of those whose taxes and support have made the republic work. Talent and expertise, dedication and dependability no longer seem to matter. As someone who spent 30 years working in and for public education, I regard the proposed changes to schools and curricula, to acceptance and caring, as offensive and cruel. I know there are others who feel as I do. We know there is good in people. Neighborhoods come together when a need arises. Families gather in support of those who suffer. I see all of that and know it’s not enough. I keep searching for answers to questions I have no power to answer with effect.