“It’s we who, with our exclusion and rejecting, push our brothers and sisters to find refuge in alcohol and become drunks. They drink to forget the deprivation of their lives.”
Earlier this week my good friend and I were talking and he told me this story he read somewhere. I won’t repeat it all because he tells it better, but here’s the jist of it.
The story was about a local newspaper asking for an answer to this question: “What is most wrong in the world?” / “What is the biggest problem in the world?” People wrote in with all kinds of answers, and then one guy replied by simply writting: “Dear Sirs, I am.”
We like to blame all the worlds’ problems on things like laziness, race, age, education or lack of, poor parenting, and the list goes on and on. But really, the problem is me.
