Lucky August 24, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Spacemom , add a commentI started the day exhausted after switch shifts with Jay when Luna decided to be Damien’s love child and scream for 2 hours last night. Soleil had nightmares about T-Rex (dino week at school) even though she agrees that we need a brain to move muscles and dino skeletons have neither.
My Shrink appointment was early, so I grabbed the T to get there. I ended up getting thick black grease on my calf and my skirt from the train. How? I have no clue. They are switching the token system out to something called "the Charlie Card", but the station I was starting from only took the Charlie Card and the station I was going to enter later only took tokens. Grrr.
I have three packages to mail today including my BRAND NEW GPS unit. The battery worked for 1 charge and now it charges, but doesn’t work.
And I think of all of this and say "how lucky I am!"
Because yesterday I read a story in the NY Times about children as young as 5 and 6 working in the sex trade for money in sub-Saharan Africa.Children who need to smash rocks to dust and sell the dust to make cement for the wealthy who want pools and new houses in their country. Children whose parents are dead from AIDS and HIV and who fight daily to just live.
And I look at my house, my stuff, my greasy leg and say, "damn, I am lucky to live in a First World economy. I am lucky to raise my children where they can get an education despite the shape of their genitals, where they will have every chance to live to adulthood while living a childhood."
Yes, I am lucky today.
Damn lucky
