I Could Be Wrong.

  I’m 73 years old, and I’ve lived long enough to see America at its best and at its worst. I’ve seen boys barely old enough to shave shipped off to Vietnam. I’ve seen Americans march in the streets for civil rights, demanding this country live up to its promises. I watched a man walk on the moon, and for a moment it felt like anything was possible if we stuck together and remembered who we were supposed to be. Back then, morality wasn’t as complicated. It wasn’t political. It was just how you lived. You weren’t supposed to hurt people for fun. You weren’t supposed to lie when the truth mattered. You weren’t supposed to turn your back on a child. You didn’t worship leaders like they were gods. You weren't supposed to treat people like they were disposable. Churches preached compassion while preaching from the Gospel instead of turning their backs on it. Neighbors were supposed to help each other. We expected our leaders to act like grown‑ups. We weren’t perfect, but at least we ...