I’ve never had to worry about where my next meal would come from. I’ve never wondered how I’d pay the rent or figure out when I could pay the power company enough to convince them to turn the lights back on. There’s always been a sound roof over my head and a warm blanket in my lap. I’ve never ran out of shampoo or toothpaste or had less than a (couple) dozen outfits in my closet for each season.
Of course, I’m not the only American who has been equally blessed. Many of the people I know or have known have been similarly blessed. And one thing I’ve heard them say (and I’m sure I’ve said) is, “Life’s not fair.”
It’s a reasonable statement. Certainly true. But is it easier to say it when you’re the one being blessed unfairly instead of suffering? Yes, I think so.
When we see someone suffering, it’s tempting to say, “That’s too bad” and move on. It’s the easy thing. It’s what we do all the time without thinking. If we don’t get involved, it’s unlikely that anyone will confront us about it. After all, it’s not “our” problem, right?
I don’t want to do that anymore.
Photo by Alex E. Proimos