From Charles Blow's wonderful column this morning -- words to remember as we sit with our family and fete on our abundance. The whole column is worth reading and sharing, but take these words for now:
I’m thankful for the basic things, like food and shelter and warmth when it is cold and medicine when I am sick. I grew up staring poverty squarely in the face, but I fear that far too many have no familiarity — or even empathy — with what it means to be poor in this country, or in any country.Blow goes on to talk about the people who helped him continue going and still aid him as he navigates the world. He is thankful, as we all should be for the people in our lives. I am grateful to have this weekend with my family. I hope most of you have a few moments with yours.
Poverty is a diabolical predicament that not only makes scarce one’s physical comforts, but drains away one’s spiritual strength. It damages hopes and dreams, and having deficits among those things is when the soul begins to die.