Life is a survival situation. Every day you make decisions affecting your "survival." Health, food, shelter, warmth. I don't know what your day looks like, but mine boils down to these fundamentals. Even if I wear a shirt and tie instead of a Gortex parka while I'm out gathering food and fuel.
We really aren't any different from our hunter-gatherer ancestors. Or the homeless guy on the corner. I think the great depression revealed this stark truth. OK, I don't have poisonous frogs to worry about, but I do try to avoid getting hooked on meth. I know how to gather the funny green paper to use in barter for goods and services in addition to starting a fire, fishing, and hunting.
I'm a 'survivor.' And since you are reading this on a computer, probably in a warm, dry room, I'm going to assume you are a better 'survivor' than the guy down on the corner too.
That's the problem, he isn't surviving. He is dying. Slowly, but surely. Guys like Cpl have what it takes to survive--they adapt, they change course, they take bad luck and kick it in the ass. Not everyone does. I don't really know if I do--I have been blessed with good luck. Maybe my turn is coming though.
But what role does compassion play?
Bushman, my hat is off to you for having compassion and acting. I support the local shelter and the United Way...have asked that anyone who wants to give me a Christmas present make a donation to the shelter instead. Isn't this the season of giving? Of compassion?
I once was wandering around Boston when a man shook a cup of change at me as a means to ask for money. I stopped and sat down in the street next to him. We talked for a while about how he came to be on the street and what circumstances led to his hard life. It was a nice conversation on a cool, fall evening. When I got up to leave, I offered him some money. He declined it. I think he had valued the exchange and being treated with some respect and didn't want money to alter the relationship, however transient.
Namaste.