Forgotten at the Door
I met William Graham Sumner's Forgotten Man — actually forgotten woman in this instance — while shopping at a local supermarket a couple of months ago. With her eighty year-old legs steadily supporting stiff knees and tired feet, this woman is cheerful and ready to share a story or a laugh as she greets shoppers entering the store. This openness endears her to customers who know her by name and smile when they see her. Though her tales and goodhearted fun remain with shoppers for a long time afterwards, she is sadly forgotten by those who live to tax and spend. FULL ARTICLE
Comments (3)
John Reed
A beautifully told story and a powerful message.
Thank you.
Published: August 17, 2007 12:23 PM
Mike
wow, that was fantastic. thanks jim.
Published: August 17, 2007 1:14 PM
Ohhh Henry
the forgetful ones — the officeholders, bureaucrats, and rent-seekers — have no concern for this woman.
They haven't forgotten about her. They're patiently waiting for her or her family to fall to their knees in front of them and beg for government relief of some kind. The agencies which respond to their pleas will add her as another "client", and on the basis of the growing numbers of such clients will demand a significantly larger allocation of money in their next budget. They may be evil but they're not stupid.
Published: August 17, 2007 3:33 PM