November 27, 2014
I woke up Thanksgiving morning feeling more grateful than ever. I tried to really take everything in and it made me realize how many things I take for granted every day. I have my own bed in my own room to sleep in every night. I have a house to live in with heat and clean,running water. I have a family that loves me unconditionally whom I’m able to see on a regular basis. I have more than enough nutritious, wholesome food to eat every day. I have the privilege of going to school to get an education. I have the option of going to college to further my education. I live in a city where there is very minimal crime and where I’m able to travel by myself to get the things I need. The list goes on and on.
As I sat down at the table to have Thanksgiving dinner, it was hard to hold back tears. I’m not kidding. I honestly sat at the dinner table trying not to cry. I’m not sure what was so different about this year, but I was completely taken back and overwhelmed by how lucky I am. I sat in my grandmother’s house surrounded by family and friends and just couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be spending the holiday with the ones I love. Our plates were completely full and the entire house was full of love and laughter. I couldn't have asked for a better Thanksgiving.
After dinner, when everyone was holding their stomachs and dessert was being brought out, my uncle brought something to my attention. He made a comment about how we were all complaining about being so full. The thought disgusted me. Here we were, holding our stomachs and complaining about being TOO FULL while some people barely have anything to eat each day. I felt so ashamed and then angry. Angry that some people are able to complain about being too full while others are starving. It’s not right. Not that I know how to solve the issue of world hunger, but the thought just made me so angry. That got me thinking. Why me? Why did I get so lucky while so many others are suffering every day. I don’t deserve it, what have I done to prove that I deserve this type of life? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. While others are on the streets, starving, getting beaten, living in war zones, ect. I’m in my heated house sitting on the couch eating leftover pie. That makes me so incredibly frustrated. I guarantee a large percentage of those suffering have done more good in this world than I have. They’re better people and are hard workers and are thankful every day to be alive. Why should they suffer while I’m able to have this life. I don’t understand it, maybe I never will. All I know is that this is the life I was given. I’m not sure why, but I believe it was for a reason. Perhaps some people were given these wonderful lives in order to help those who aren’t as fortunate. I have the ability and resources to help those in need. So why not me? I need to start taking advantage of the life I was given.