I honestly thought things like tragedy, as in the shootings in Newtown, CT or even strife, like the so-called fiscal cliff would bring people together.
I guess I was wrong.
We’re about to lurch over a financial cliff as a country and both sides are refusing to give in; the radicals in their parties have threatened to take down candidates who vote for either the President or the House Speaker. We hear so many people talking about how hard it is to “reach across the aisle,” but I argue there’s no imaginary line we ever have to cross. You have to meet in the middle. The problem is so many people think the middle is bad.
Worse, they use this figuratively and literally. When I tell people I grew up in the middle of the country, they act like I take an extreme view and am nothing near enlightened. But here’s why I know they’re wrong:
There’s a lot about being in the middle that applies to me. I’m the middle child of three boys. I’m the son of a middle child.
I grew up in the middle, quite literally.