BY: Hyrum H. Huskey Jr.
Hyrum H. Huskey Jr. is a Las Vegas published writer and member of the Southern Nevada and Las Vegas Writers groups. He retired from a succession of “careers” as a commissioned military officer, education counselor, college Dean of Student Services, and public transit executive. For four years, he was a regular contributing journalist for a small town weekly newspaper. His retired interests are: leaving behind the tomfoolery of “working for a living”, driving back and forth across the continent as many times as finances permit, writing short stories and occasional creative nonfiction, clowning around for grandchildren, and trying to practice effective Humanism. See more of his writing at www.hyrumhuskey.com.
Five weeks ago, now, I fractured a left leg bone. It will heal in time. Still, anyone who has ever broken a leg bone can likely empathize with how tedious it can get just sitting around, daydreaming, or hopping on one foot to keep the cast-booted leg from touching down.
A daydream, though, is how I came up with this article. I was half-dozing when I imagined I was one of fifteen ten or twelve-year-old kids chosen for a sprint race. The prize for the winner was one wish—any wish at all—that would be immediately granted. We lined up at the starting line with dozens of possible wishes racing through our thoughts. Some wanted to be rich or to have their parents be reunited. Some wanted their cancer-ridden sibling cured. There were trips and toys long desired. So many things were possible. But we knew that only one winner would be declared, and one wish granted.
BAM! The starting gun fired. Off we dashed with thirty pairs of legs flying forward as fast as young hearts could push them. Every racer had the same thought: “I must win!” But only I did. (It was my daydream after all).
When asked for my wish I had my answer ready. I wish, I said, “that every human being would have more compassion for the needs of others.”
Instantly the world began to change. World leaders everywhere suggested mutual pacts to provide universal health and food aid on a worldwide basis. Refugee populations rapidly dwindled. Everyone abhorred wars and violence of all types. Developed nations slashed military aid and converted to exchanges of economic and empowerment types of foreign aid. Taxpayers in every nation insisted on poverty safety nets and minimum guaranteed incomes for all their citizens. Authoritarian regimes converted to democratic principles. Legislators, struck with the same compassion for others, passed legislation and budgets to assure that government budgets addressed human needs on a priority basis. Crime dropped rapidly as the multiple benefits of universal compassion played out. Family foundations and political PACs faded away as charitable donations were diverted to medical research, education, climate change initiatives, and international foundations devoted to meeting worldwide human needs. Ideological differences withered as compassion drove business interests, religious activities, political actions, and international relations.
It all seemed amazingly simple with compassion as a primary motivation for actions on the part of every human being. But then my daydream came to an end.
I again faced a fractured reality.