I had left-overs for dinner last night, and it was filling and fine. It was a simple meal, but ample and nourishing.
I’m not a fan of left-overs, but with every bite, I thought of those throughout the world who didn’t have left-overs to eat or where starvation is a constant worry. So many count the grains of rice for the pot to feed a family and deal with the ache of hunger as the body eats itself in a wrenching pain to stay alive.
My simple meal was to millions of souls around the world, a feast.
I had the pharmacy fill my prescriptions the other day. There are millions in the world who have no access to even simple medical treatments let alone to modern medicines to cure or prevent.
To get the same medical expertise, most of the world would have to walk for days or suffer in place.
I have a nice home. Good neighbors. I have heat, electricity, and freedom from fear. I know millions love their families, but who have no permanent home without the hostile and real intrusion of fear, and war.
With all these realizations, there comes a moment when I ask the question, “Why me?” “Why do I have so much and so many have so little?”
I don’t know the full answer and I suspect I never will until I get to the other side. I do know that even though there is no complete answer to my question, there is self-realization that appears when the question is asked, and they lead the way, not only to an appreciation of what I do have but to the responsibilities that go with the abundance.
Giving from substance.
Compassion and aid to those who suffer.
Tolerance of other’s beliefs.
Awareness of need.
Perhaps all of us who live in abundance should think of these things more often.