“Don’t worry, you’ll bounce!”

   I used to have grave fears about our economy falling apart, for years. From the Recession of the late Seventies all the way until my fathers death in 1996, he assured me that all would be fine. He said, rather succinctly: “Sheila, you’re a survivor. Why look at you! Working nights at a bank, keeping house, raising  children and all on a shoestring budget!” and  “Should the economy ever really take a tumble, you worry about those people in Pepper Pike.  They haven’t any idea how to survive a financial hit. You are an expert.  Really Honey, you’re so close to the bottom, you bounce. If you insist on worrying, worry for those who don’t know how to live without things. It’ll be a terrible loss for them. They won’t bounce so well. And the impact alone could kill them.”