If I hurt some people with this message, sorry, but I don't care much.
Not because I don't have compassion but because I have seen so many nasty things while I was traveling that I feel like a provocation when someone talks about deep depression when the only risk he has is to loose a bit of comfort.
The crisis we're experiencing in the US is not worse than in some other countries. We loose our homes?
In some countries, they're starving to death.
See Cuba, 100 miles from the floridian coast... No money, no food, nothing. Every month, I have to send food to my wife's family, at $20 USD per pounds sent because some politics thought it's a good idea to isolate communists countries...
There are millions of examples all over the world.
Our pain here is nothing to compare. We still eat. We don't STARVE.
Now a bit of personal history.
I came in the US 5 years ago, I was 31 at that time, with my wife and my older son. He was 9 months old when I touched ground in Miami, Florida. While I'm French, my wife is Cuban so the process to get the work permit is somewhat simpler... somewhat only.
All the money I had when I arrived was $3000 USD. No family, no friends and a 9 month old kid to feed. Oh, and I forgot the best, our English was so weak that it was of no help at all to find a job.
That's why we choose Miami actually, because of the Latin community and we thought it would be easier for my wife, for my wife only because I didn't speak Spanish either at that time.
After a week here, we already spent $1500 USD, half the money we had for a bed, some clothes, food and a tiny-infested-with-coakroches apartment(they call it efficiencies here) in Hialeah, for those who know that area.
Long story short, my wife managed to find a job in a cafeteria (paid on tips only) and we managed to not be thrown in the street. It took us 2 months before being able to buy simple furnitures like a table where to eat... 2 months during which we were eating on the floor. And I don't even complain, we were EATING and happy and proud of ourselves because our kid never missed a meal.
Tell me about crisis...
Being in a foreign country with a family, no money, no right to work legally (it took a year and half before we finally received our work permit)...
Crisis are in our heads, nowhere else.
And my story is a little joke when I talk to some other people... Like that guy, a friend of mine who was hostage in colombia. Some members of his family has been killed before his eyes. He finally managed to escape and came to the US. Illegal immigrant they called him... Fact is that guy will never complain about any crisis, for him, it's like a paradise here. And he made it, he has his own business, bought his home, pay his bills on time and if he doesn't feel good in the morning sometimes, he just carry on and thanks all his saints for his blood flooding in his veins and for the opportunity he had to reconstruct his whole life in the best country in the world, this country where, wherever you come from and whatever you did in the past, you can make your life better.
Forget the crisis, forget the economy, forget the news, forget your job even and stuck to that simple and animal truth, save your ass because nobody will do it for you.
Thanks for reading, and if I hurt some people, it's not the intention.