Some Things Change. Some Things Don’t.

“Benjamin Franklin said there were only two things certain in life: death and taxes. But I’d like to add a third certainty: trash. And while some in this room might want to discuss reducing taxes, I want to talk about reducing trash.”

— Ruth Ann Minner

I must admit I’m behind the times. Apparently, malt beverages have undergone a transformation.

In days gone by, it was only Pabst Blue Ribbon or some other kind of beer. 

Judging from what I found in the ditch today, there are now many more choices in cheap drunks.

Regardless, no matter how times or drinks have changed, three things remains the same –

  1. The cans still end up in the ditch.
  2. The cans don’t come out of the ditch until someone picks them up.
  3. It only takes one person to pick up the cans.
If you want to change the world, start by changing your neighborhood. And if you can’t think of any other way to make change – pick up the trash.

If nothing else, your neighborhood will look better.

Today’s gift of time – Picked up trash in the neighborhood. Got an education in cheap highs. 

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About Eric Winger

Our perception of time is key to how we use our time. The most fundamental way to change that perception is to give our time. This opens us up to new opportunities and ideas from which we can build to really make a difference. ... Yes, we *do* have time to make a difference!
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2 Responses to Some Things Change. Some Things Don’t.

  1. Natalie says:

    I’ve never seen any of those beers before — of course, I don’t spend a lot of time in ditches or liquor stores… I’m grateful for folks like you who do though. THANK YOU, ERIC.

    • Eric Winger says:

      I hadn’t either, plus I happened to read the other day in our local paper’s police report about two reported cases of public intox involving High Gravity. Now I understand what it is.

      I also remember the first time I went through our neighborhood picking up trash. It felt pretty uncomfortable, and I wondered who was looking at me. … The next day though as I drove to work, I noticed how much cleaner it looked.

      It was a good feeling.

      Thanks for following along!

      Eric

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