Missing "Home", Missing "Honor"

I use Map Point a lot at my job. Today I had to use it to schedule some work in the Akron area, and when I found the site, a familiar street name was in the field as well; Maplewood. I switched to the Live Search view and there was our old house. I have to admit, I spent time zooming in and looking at all the rotating views. It was obviously taken after we left (I can tell because the neighbors were parking in our driveway and I can see landmarks that Christy and I added), probably late fall or after the first winter thaw, but there it was. I have to admit wholeheartedly that I miss the old girl deeply. There was an ambiance, a charm in that house (and more space than I realized) that is missing from our current place (but what can you do when homes are nearly 90 years apart in the building). Despite all the trials that took place over the nearly three years we were there, Christy, the furballs, and I had a lot of good times there. In fact, if there had been someway to physically move the house here and build a new basement and bathroom to replace the old basement, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I miss my "home".

Coming back here, I find I miss something else, "honor". This is not something that is geographically based, but a general lack by American humanity to take responsibility for its actions. It seems that getting off scott free supercedes the damage that people do to other people by their poor decisions.

What has set me off on this is that Christy and our friend Kim were in a car accident last Sunday; the result of three teenagers, likely driving under the influence, cutting in and out of traffic, causing a pile up on the road. Christy's car got pushed into the back of a large rental truck and caved the entire front end in. The driver turned around in mid-intersection, nearly causing more accidents and asked if they were OK. Before they could completely respond, one of his drinking buddies pointed out that they would be in serious trouble if they stayed. The driver jumped in his truck and sped off; probably never to be caught again; most likely causing a fatality someday.

Where did we lose our sense of honor, our sense of doing what was right? More importantly what right do we have to point at other nations about their morality when we can't even master our own. Our nation was supposed to be built on freedom, standing up for what was right, and taking personal responsibility. That seems to all have gone out the window.

If we're supposedly a Christian nation (and I don't buy that for a moment), why aren't we taking a stand for personal responsibility; liberty and justice for all? Could it be that it's because we're not responsible either?