We allow our daily successes and failures to define who we are. We take these privileges that are afforded us and make them inconveniences. We forget the suffering that goes on everyday and we whine of our petty issues. As Americans, we are the brats of the world, so spoiled and pretentious. I am always enamoured to learn of someone’s trip to get here, to America. I have listened intently and in awe as some of my co-workers have told me of riding in a boat eating only rice with her father, a fisherman, just to get to the “land of the free”. Another told me of escaping her country riddled with gangs and guerilla warfare in Central America, where she had to hide out to keep from being raped or killed, just to get to the “land of the free”.
I pray, and I’ve said it many times, that I NEVER forget where I came from or what it took to get me where I am today. It is the remembering that keeps me humble.