Some things I think about

There are some things I think about, things that I don't see other people thinking about though perhaps they should.

The other day at the library, when we opened there were some boxes and bags leaned up against the front door. We come in the back door where the loading dock is, so it wasn't a problem, but I went out to tidy them up.

I glanced into them just enough to see that there were some books and magazines in them. People often leave us donations -- the magazines go into a freebie bin in the foyer, and the books go downtown where the Friends for the Library sort them and put them in the book sales to raise funds for us.

I picked up the boxes to haul them inside. I did not:

-- Look around for snipers before I grabbed the packages
-- Hurry back inside, before anyone could get a bead on me
-- Wonder who left them, and if they intended harm
-- Think there might be something dangerous in them, underneath the stuff on top
-- Call a bomb squad to remove and explode the packages
-- Worry if possession of any of the literature would get me arrested

I just brought the boxes and bags inside. The worst danger I was exposed to was perhaps some dust, or maybe a black widow spider if someone left the stuff in their shed too long.

There are so many things we take for granted. And we should, because we can -- not much sense in worrying about things that don't apply, that's called paranoia. But while we shouldn't worry about such things, we should appreciate that we are free from that worry, that for many people around the world it is not so.

We should be grateful, that we don't have to think about such things.