When I ride over cratered streets south along Manhattan's edge, I must see 20 people each day with visible health problems. I don't know how they feel overall, or what they do when they get where they're going, but they seem like they could use some help. I don't mean pity, I mean coaching to get access to the services and habits that would boost their health.
I need coaching too, on different points of self-care. So, I expect, do you.
Rolling through the city on a bike, perhaps, leads to a sense of everything being more surreal than it seems in the pod-theater of a subway car. But there, too, we see lots of evidence of people not feeling in control of their lives. And we probably detect this in ourselves.
Who have I pledged to write for in that context? What is my duty of elucidation, or investigation, or relief?
Public health is the problem, and public health ties to public education, and public education ties to public funding, and all this ties to public debate...which suffers under poor public health and public education, and around we go.
You can find a place along the broken wheel to stop, catch someone. help someone walk, change someone’s mind.
And maybe you can define this place's coordinates more fully if you work them out in a group.