Do You Know How Lucky You Really Are?
I ask myself that question as often as possible.
Sometimes I forget.
When I compare with someone who has it “better”, I forget.
On the mission to be successful, I forget.
On the mission to satisfy my every hunger and live life to the fullest, I forget.
I forget that 30 years ago my parents came to America, with me and my brother in tow with not a penny in their pockets.
I forget that my mom, master’s degree in hand, walked every day to work at the local grocery store.
I forget that then my mom at night, with master’s degree in hand, scrubbed toilets clean at the airport.
I forget that my dad, with a previous title of vice president of a bank, worked all kinds of hours hitting keys on a register in a gas station.
I forget, that my parents for more than 10 years struggled and saved every cent they made.
I forget I’ve never had to survive like they did.
I forget they gave up their prime years in their lives.
For my brother.
For our future.
I forget they didn’t get vacations around the world.
I forget they didn’t get the comfy corporate job I complained about.
I forget just how much they sacrificed sometimes.
So the question: Do I know how lucky I am?
As I sit back, kiss the ground and remind myself…..