Colonist: (n) a settler in or inhabitant of a colony
I like to believe I’m tough. In other words, able to handle challenges.
Recently, when I found myself stowed away during a hurricane, I was surprised at what a dependent, selfish and fussy child I could become just through inconvenience.
It was hot, confined and the food was a post-Apocalyptic menu. I nearly cried.
So when I think about the colonists who settled the United States, I am baffled. The ignorance, self-righteousness, arrogance and short-sightedness they brought with them in settling the New World is mind-boggling.
They also brought over a religion suited for parlor talk, now being tested in the dungeons of challenge.
And then I think to myself, they were really pretty brave.
How would I have been any different?
Would I have landed on the shore, walked around for a couple of weeks and concluded that I was going to have to pursue a completely different lifestyle, or else I would die from exposure–or even a common cold. Yes, the colonists had few remedies for sickness, and the ones they had were notorious for making you sicker.
Actually, it is quite remarkable and magnificent that they were able to muster enough flexibility and common sense to push on through.
It’s not easy being a colonist.
I occasionally discover that I am marooned in a new situation, very grateful that I’m not alone–that I at least have one or two buddies with me to help me survive all the frightening surprises.
Yes, all of us are really colonists–pitching our tents here on Earth for less than a century. We will be replaced quite soon–and truthfully, it won’t be that hard.