Three things happened last weekend that made me think of how and when
people help other people.
The first was a small act of helping: My family
was driving to a cross-country ski weekend in heavy snowfall. I have to
say that I was initially against leaving town. Since having children, I
feel less and less like taking risks in any form of transportation and I was
worried about the conditions. It had been snowing for hours. With
front snow tires on, and the other drivers leaving a very respectful distance
between the cars, we made it up through the Kettle Moraine region of Wisconsin,
on highway 151. As we wound our way toward the camp where we would be one
of 50 or 60 out to enjoy each other and the ski trails, we saw a car in the
ditch. The driver was spinning her wheels unproductively. One car
had already stopped to help. We pulled over too. And then we were
five cars. So all told, seven hearty Wisconsinites (including my husband
and me, Wisconsinites since August) heaved her car back on the road.
Everyone chuckled and wished each other well. The driver thanked us all,
and we were on our way.
The temperature was 7°F (that’s -14°C) and I was
impressed by the good will.
We arrived at Camp Vista, which is a grouping of large
cabins around a lodge looking over a small lake – very beautiful – and began to
introduce ourselves around to the members of the group. They have been
reserving the same camp on the same weekend for the last 24 years (we had been
invited along by friends in Madison). That night over an authentic Friday
night Fish Fry (where authentic=awesome), and later around a fire in the lodge,
we learned that the group was largely composed of individuals who had worked in
the Peace Corps. They had volunteered in Niger, Sierra Leone, the
Dominican Republic, and Nepal. They had built solar panels, taught
school, worked on water supplies and dug wells. The 25 year-old son of a
former Peace Corps volunteer had recently returned from two weeks in Tanzania
where he and his “Engineers without Borders” buddies had been designing and
constructing pipelines for fresh water in a boarding school for 600
children. He was undeniably the son of his Peace Corps father.
Despite the amazing weather – bracing cold, dry and
sunny – and thus fantastic cross-country skiing, we still returned to Madison
late the next day, leaving our youngest to enjoy the rest of the weekend with
his friend and their family. We had tickets to attend Lily’s Luau, a
fundraising event for Lily’s Fund. Our friends Anne and Dave established
Liliy’s Fund in 2007 at the University of
Wisconsin Foundation through an initial gift, in honor of their
daughter, Lily, who has epilepsy. The fund supports research on this
disease. Last night we heard this: “Did
you know that epilepsy affects more people than multiple sclerosis, cerebral
palsy, muscular dystrophy and Parkinson’s Disease COMBINED…. and funding is
less than half of any one of them? Did you know that one-third of people with
epilepsy cannot control their seizures with medicine? And did you know that one
in 26 people will develop epilepsy during their lifetime?”
And we saw this video:
http://vimeo.com/35218570.
There was a silent auction of donations, and a live
auction during which something like 500 people opened their wallets to help
unknown others with epilepsy, who might be of a different race, religion or
creed. There was luau food and music, and we danced with Lily, who is a
friend and a neighbor.
And on the way home I remembered something:
Americans, as members of the most notable “individualistic culture,” are
supposed to be ungenerous and singularly self-involved. This is
manifested in our laws and policies, both federal and state-level: too many
people are homeless, lacking health insurance, and illiterate. How can we
let this be so? We let it be so -- according to people's clichés in many,
many countries -- because we are individualistic; ungenerous and singularly
self-involved.
There is no question about some basic facts of the
policies. But there is also no question that the US does not have the same
foundational motives and does not have the same social challenges as the
developed countries with which it is most often compared. Those other
countries’ policies sound more generous. But, when the diversity of the
population and the nature and extent of immigration in other countries starts
to approach that of the United States, then the most vocal of the indignant
will find out how generous and “collectivist” their peoples really are.
It could be that policy is not a straightforward reflection of the nature
of the persons who design it.
In the meantime, Anne and Dave show me daily that
in spite of labels and clichés, I live among pillars of generosity and
collectivism.
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