A reminder about cancer and especially children with cancer.
When I was a kid growing up in the 1930s and 1940s, there was no kid who got cancer: no one in my school, no one in my neighborhood, no one in my church, no one being mentioned anywhere. And it wasn't that cancer was being misdiagnosed. There was no kid missing unless he or she had moved away.
Now, we have whole hospitals all over the country for kids with cancer.
I send money to St Jude's in Memphis every month. When I had a school in a motorhome in Orange County, California, for kids who had dropped out or had gotten into trouble, I parked in a different city every day. On Tuesdays I parked within sight of CHOC (Children's Hospital of Orange County) in the city or Orange.
There can be only one explanation for this surprising turn of events: poisoned air, poisoned food, poisoned water. As you already know, children are more susceptible to poison in the environment than adults.
Jobs are important. The lives of kids are more important.