We are so blessed in this country and I can't even begin to fathom the kind of crushing poverty most of those people endure, and now this tragedy. I can't be so arrogant as to say I begin to comprehend their situation. Here, we get disappointed if we don't have a party to go to on New Year's Eve; maybe we didn't get exactly the gift we wanted for Christmas; if we don't live in the "right" part of town, we think we're lacking somehow; we all want want want want want, and still think we're deprived. I'm counting every blessed blessing I have this year.
Sorry, must be the pain drugs that have me waxing philosophical.
