We are becoming a nation of wimps, and I’m afraid that someday it’s going to kill us all!
If you grew up in my generation, you remember those schoolroom drills where we all got under our desks to be “saved” from an atom bomb’s blast. You may have had a friend, relative, or neighbor who was stricken with polio. If you were a male, by the time you got into high school, you may have been looking at doing a tour in Vietnam.
But we took those things for granted and lived our lives. How many of you drank out of a garden hose? Rode a bicycle without a helmet and knee pads? Played in the dirt? Rode in cars without seatbelts? Shared a bottle of soda with friends, all drinking one after the other?
And we survived it all! Our mothers weren’t chasing after us with disinfectant wipes. If we got a cut or scrape, they might slap some Mercurochrome and a Band-Aid on it. But a kiss on our boo boo worked just as well.
Not today’s kids. They are coddled, pampered, and smothered to the point where if a kid sneezes, his mom rushes him to an emergency room, and a Haz-Mat crew comes in to clean up the splatter.
The other day I was going into a restroom at a Sam’s Club, and a young, pregnant mother with a couple of little boys about ages four and six, maybe, was at the entrance. The younger boy started to get a drink from the water fountain, and his mom jerked him away and said “Don’t drink out of that! You don’t know who used it last!”
Then she spotted something in the older boy’s back pocket, and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. “Did you go to the bathroom and not use your gloves? You know you can get an infection touching your pee-pee without gloves on!” Then she hustled the two kids off, probably to a sterile decontamination chamber out in her mini-van.
Can you imagine what kind of hang-ups that kid is going to grow up with? I wanted to grab him and tell him not to listen to his mom, because if touching our pee-pees was dangerous, no boy in the world would live past age fifteen!
In our society, we grab a disinfectant wipe when we go into a store, before we touch a shopping cart. The bathrooms have automatic soap dispensers and water faucets, so we never have to touch anything. Many businesses now have a trash can next to the bathroom door, because people grab a paper towel to open it with, so they don’t have to touch the handle. I’m all for personal hygiene, but sometimes I think we’re taking it too far.
After the first Europeans came to North America, Native Americans began dying in huge numbers from epidemics of the diseases the whites brought with them, for which the native peoples had no immunity. More Indians died of diseases than ever did in warfare again the people who invaded their homeland.
There is a reason Americans get sick when we go to Mexico and other countries, and drink the water or eat local foods. Because just like those Indians of long ago, we don’t have any natural immunity to the things the locals encounter every day.
And now we are so germaphobic that we are destroying any immunity we may have, to things in our own country. I fear it won’t be long until we’re one microbe away from an epidemic of our own, that will wipe out half of our pasty white civilization.
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