A profound statement that has been tumbling around in my head since I have come home from Kenya. We were discussing health care and health insurance in Kenya when Marcus spoke those words to me. Middle class is where I consider myself to be here in America. You know, if I don't go to work, my bills are not paid. As a young woman, like most young people in America, I sought wealth, worked very hard and received a good education in order to live comfortably. It's been about 30 years or so since that objective was in the forefront of my thinking and here I am once again shifting my thinking and perspective.
Driving to work today, I was overwhelmed at the wealth around me. It's monumental. It's choking me almost. Again, according to my income, I am middle class America. I live and work in neighborhoods where everyone works hard and has to save money to purchase things and go on vacation. But witnessing the poverty in Kenya has changed the color of things. I am sickened with the extreme way in which most of us live our lives. The things we buy, the things we talk about. Most of them are wasteful and self indulgent. Or so it seems now. To me.
There are people, children, living all around the world living in absolute poverty. It's heart wrenching. Really. I said these same words when I returned from Cambodia eight years ago....I thought I knew what poverty was but I don't. And maybe I still don't today but I'm grasping it a little better now.
Change is good. I am so incredibly thankful for my trip to Kenya. The people I met, the woman and children. The people I worked with. My heart is forever changed. ❤️ Thank God...
