My birthday today put me in a customarily introspective mood, so on seeing this, I thought, “There, but for the grace of God …”
Half of me was glad that I don’t sleep in the L.A. river wash, wear cast-off clothes and eat day-old baked goods. I have a good family, a nice home, and a computer for sharing brainless natterings with strangers.
The other half of me wondered who the owner of the clothes and food is, where his family went, what became of his nice home, and how those leftover muffins will taste this morning when the pigeons and rats are done with it.
Be glad for what you have, all. And think how you can help those who haven’t.