We tend to think of adoption as adults adopting a child, infant, or adolescent. Fair enough, in an antiquated sense. But try this: think of expanding your horizons of adoption.
Think about “adopting” the ninety-year-old woman alone in a nursing home. Think of adopting the woman or man in a veteran’s home; there are eight CalVet Homes in California; there are many more throughout the US and abroad.
To “adopt” someone in a nursing home you don’t need to be married, you don’t need to have money, you just need to care enough to stop by, go to the office and tell them who you are and what you want to do, get cleared, and find someone to listen to. Got that? Not someone to talk to, although that’s great too, but more importantly, find someone to listen to.
Human beings need to express themselves. They need to be heard. What if you had been living for 10-20 years and the only people “listening” to you were caretakers who have dozens of others to care for?
Go listen to someone……
…..250+ more days. We have to listen, watch, read for 250+ more days….250+ more days…..250+ more days the blustering BS as candidates struggle for TV face time, quotes in media, online mentions, and ultimately votes. So we have primaries, and more primaries, then the general election. Hopefully, after the dust clears and the votes are counted, we’ll have elected someone who is not sexist, who is willing to consider opposing points of view, who does not believe his / her own myth, who will be beneficial to the country. Hopefully.