During serious illness conversations, some doctors will ply their patients with this question: “What is your minimally acceptable quality of life?”
“A baby is God’s way of saying the world should go on.” My mother spoke this truth a thousand times while I was growing up. She said it every time we heard news of a friend or relative expecting a baby, but also each time the world darkened with terrible suffering or personal tragedy. She saw in each human life a great possibility: the prospect of new beginnings meeting the promise of hope.
An unexpected headline in the New York Times recently caught my eye: “A Disrupted Thanksgiving Leaves the Turkey Business Guessing.” The article that followed discussed a question that is, according to the author, on the tip of everyone’s tongue – “Just how many whole turkeys will Americans cook this year for a holiday whose wings have been clipped by the pandemic?”
Earlier this year, we were looking through our old photos, trying to pick out Cub Scout- and Boy Scout-related photos for a collage of our son’s scouting years to display at his Eagle Scout Ceremony.