I've got it pretty good. We've got it pretty good. And we don't even realize it.
This thought first started brewing as I stood in line to vote early in November. The line was long for that last Saturday of early voting. As I watched person after person get out of their car, check out the length of the wait, shake their head, and get back in the car. Person after person grumble that they didn't have time to wait and get out of line to leave.
I began pondering what exactly this said about us as a nation. There are people in the world who would give anything for the chance to vote. People who walk miles and miles. People who stand in line for hours and hours and hours. People who willingly risk their lives for the chance to vote. Meanwhile, I watched literally dozens of people who couldn't be bothered to stand in line for one hour on a beautiful Saturday morning in order to exercise their right to vote.
Ungrateful. Seeing as an inconvenience what others risk everything to grasp.
Once the thought was there, I began to see examples of it everywhere.
My 14 years old son grumbles about having to go to school. Meanwhile, a Pakistani girl his own age fights for her life after being shot in the head for simply wanting the same thing he complained about.
I dread having to make a grocery list and do the shopping. While so many in the world go hungry, wishing they were able to make a list and go to the store to purchase whatever they need or wanted to eat.
How many other blessings do we fail to recognize? Things we take for granted, which so many others in the world would view as a luxury. Have we become so spoiled that we see things we should be grateful for as a bother?