I love that I live in this century.
I know. We're in a recession. Kids are more distracted and more disrespectful than when Aristotle complained about teenagers. There are more horrors than I want to bring up here.
I'm not sure, though, that things are any worse than at other times in history. Have you read Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett? In typical Follett fashion, he describes in incredible detail and accuracy, what life was like in the Middle Ages. [They've made a mini-series of it.] If in modern warfare, it is horrible that we can drop one bomb and annihilate an entire city, then it is just as horrible to imagine that you had to look at a person in the eyes while you dug a sword into his throat. Each day, you couldn't be sure if you'd be hungry or full, if you'd have a bed or not. Or fresh water or not. If a Lord would chase them into the wilds or leave you be. If your child would get a wound that would fester. And kill him.
I am glad that I don't have to go foraging for food every day. That I get heat and light and water when I want. I am glad I can go to the hospital, that I can get a CT scan, an UltraSound within a week. I am glad I can call 911 and have people show up at my door. I'm glad I have glasses, and contacts. I'm glad every time I take an aspirin or an anti-biotic.
I can go on and on and on. Maybe I am just a wimp. But when I lay my head on that soft pillow, and pull the warm blanket over me, in my war house, I am thankful that I live in 2011.