Zombie Apocalypse?

Just had a conversation with a 30 year old young man I respect. I told him I didn't understand what is with all the zombies you see everywhere in the media, games, movies, everywhere! He looked me full in the face, squared his shoulders and this is what he told me:
"It is sociologically and economically related to the times. Look a my generation," he said. "I am thirty two years old, I have two degrees and just now, this summer, have I finally landed a job that pays well and has benefits for my family. I worked ten years out of college at jobs that were part time or paid next to nothing. I was just out there. I did everything I was told to do, got good grades, and even two degrees. And I have about a hundred friends out there too. Just banging around looking like zombies. Not real people, just empty shells. But just this summer, I finally have a good job in my field. It's a different world out there. We all do as we are told, but we aren't really alive. We're just like zombies, lurching around just trying to live. Do you know what an entry level job is today? Three to five years experience. I have friends," he went on, "who feel exactly like zombies. Reduced to trying to feed off each other or those who are "alive" with a real job. Resenting people with jobs, or even worse super resenting those who have worked their whole lives and now have retired with a pension. What is that about? Why do we have to feel like this?"

Why indeed? We shouldn't be angry about the debt ceiling, or A.D.A. or anything else out there until we get these people to work!!! We are wasting a whole generation of talent, of skill, of good people who only want to work at good jobs.
Zombies? our sons and daughters and brothers and sisters? Dear God in Heaven let us get our priorities straight and solve this!!

Your First

Memories We Love To Recall, and Relive If We Could...

When did you first encounter sweet breath? Were you nuzzling a newborn? Did a child approach you, sticky with cotton candy and breathing of spun sugar?  Was it a first kiss?

Kissing someone you barely know or want to know only as a Mom, Grandma or Aunt a involves lips briefly brushing a cheek. A kiss like that is purposely meant to not offend or not to commit. No breath bearing telltale signs of a spicy meal could ever escape, so you inhale slightly, holding your breath, trying to keep antiseptic as possible.

The First Sweet Kiss is heaven. You've been seeing each other for a while; laughing, learning, but not yet loving. Oh, there's teasing going on, but one set of parents or the other or tattletale bothers and sisters always seem to be lurking. Then one evening, while the others are in another room, you find a quiet place to sit and talk and share your lives; a spot on the floor, against the wall just around the corner nestled in shadows. The conversation is hushed; whispered in tones full of promise. Your closeness excites in a way you can't explain. A tension builds as you are drawn closer together to fully absorb the other's whispered thoughts. You inhale slightly, not to prevent breath from offending, though for a second you think of that. Your breath simply catches in your chest. You are at once immobile and wildly chaotic. Hearts thunder. Ears pound. Eyes strain for every detail. Unexpectedly she leans into you and breathing out just slightly, you meet. In that small second. In that moment of anticipation you find it. Sweet Breath. The Promise of Life. The Greatest Gift of the Creator.   And you accept.