I wince inwardly while sailing past the gas station on my way to work. The price has gone up since I last drove by it ... yesterday. In fact, the price seems to go up about 10 cents a day lately. At that rate, by the end of summer, it will be ... no, I can’t think about that. Doing so will only bring panic.
Unfortunately, I doubt I’m the only one lately who fights a tendency to fear the future. I hear others bring up the state of the world in everyday conversations, wondering out loud what on earth we are going to do. Even if we put gas prices aside, everything else—from maxed-out credit-card debt to random attacks on innocent people to empty shelves at the grocery store—seems to signal that we’re heading toward another Great Depression ... or maybe worse.
