I know that my last column was about Denmark so it would make absolutely no sense to write another one about that trip.
But I will.
Before you pass this off as just another Miriam-has-a-deadline-to-beat-and-has-no-clue-what-to-write-about-so-she’s-resurecting-a-past-topic article, realize that I’m only planning on using Denmark as an example. But plans do change, so hang tight.
Well, after that encouraging introduction, let’s begin:
One of the saddest things about living in this day and age is looking around with the expectations that we have. More specifically, the negative ones we harbor.
For example, I love cities. I absolutely love them. I cannot wait to move into an apartment, have a coffee shop right around the corner as opposed to 15 miles down the road, and be surrounded by boatloads of people. A few things that are prominent in cities are tall and numerous buildings, rows and rows of cars, and people holding up signs asking for money. It’s just a part of a city skyline. After a while you learn to sort of ignore those people and those signs. In fact, it becomes a strange phenomenon when you turn a corner in a larger city and don’t see them.
That’s what happened in Denmark.
My friend and I were walking through Denmark’s capital, Copenhagen, for hours on end and not once did someone ask us for money! You can bet your bottom dollar that I noticed the definite lack of people and their signs. She explained to me that it was because the Danish government has so many financial-help organizations in place that a person living on welfare alone would be able to afford a medium-sized apartment and substantial meals. Nobody in the country had any reason to ask others for money – it would simply be a ploy to spend other people’s money on the newest CD or such.